On the wall of my empty room
I think I'll hang a picture of rain.
Hitting the ground,
And bouncing up to ankles,
The rain will be wetting my socks
And trousers from below;
My eyes will follow
...tick, tick, tick...
Checking everything on the picture,
Until catching a black brolly,
And the shiny enamel shoes,...
Saturday 27th June 2020 7:47 am
The Eye of Morning
I am the arrow of dawn, and
rise as the archer kneels,
strains his bow, sets the sky ablaze,
dissolves at the borderland
between light and shade, Heaven
and Hell; his firebrands mere crass
cascades of incendiary petals,
guttering in chiaroscuro swells.
Behold the evanescent rose-glow
of morning's opening eye.
Friday 20th October 2017 1:41 pm