Vital
The haunting of a broken tap: drip, drop
The thirst after the sun: drink, gulp
She never said a lot, gargling girl
Sliding in and out of my body
Helping me breathe, walk, talk
That was why I swam
It was water
Brought me alive floating out to No Man’s
Diving down to skim the sand
It was water
Wanted it, always had it, but could never catch it.
It was water
Insipi...
Tuesday 28th February 2023 7:17 pm
Menage A Trois
Menage A Trois
The creeping half-light
casts unnatural shadows
on a cooling path.
Silver sister moon
bites down hard on the sky king,
silencing bird song.
This, being England,
she does beneath a cloud veil
of shy modesty.
Unbelievers still
raise their eyes to the heavens
in acts of worship.
Magic or science -
or just something poetic
on a spring morning?
When the sun re...
Friday 20th March 2015 11:20 am
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