Brothers of sand
Holding signs, I am a man
Daughters of dust
Holding signs life in her gut
Fathers of the past
Never thought how long this would last
Mothers of the movement
Never thought so many forget their commitments.
Brothers of man
Fictional to control and command
Daughters of woman
Subjected to the desire of lust
Fathers of the future
Thursday 10th September 2020 5:56 pm
A spider's chandelier with Gatsbyesque enticement
indulges the mumbling aphid's lament,
red berries decorate the fringe of a melodic carousel of swallows
whilst two more riders swirl their eyes and caw.
This was just the mornings...
On evenings we saw raves-
black v's in tye-dye skies,
a ginger stoat did the caterpillar,
frozen ozone refracts a mobile of rainbows.
Sunday 7th September 2014 10:03 pm
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am