Thumbs and fingers get everywhere in a glorious messy picture And desperation in equal measures delving deep for buried treasure Connection and your hands in mine and my hands in your hair We worship at an altar and sing hymns full of tea and tender care The love the light the life that is between…
Category: Poetry
Poetry: Flickers In Tainted Moonlight
For Patroclus, for in him I see myself, and he sees me. For three score or as many years as I can muster I’ll run through my words a scythe through bluster I pity the poor souls who lie and steal from me Mistress of arms I am the truth who set herself free The…
Poetry: Victory
I’ve seen some interesting things in this world but I’ve never run away from a fight I believe that Elysium will come after I’ve laid down my life for what was right The peace of victory is found within our selves breathe it in hold it deep don’t let it go Even if the whole…
Poetry: Tidings of Strange Fortune
The thing about a certain man of means is that he often means to say That what he means isn’t meaningful at all but rather merely a means Of being mean and demanding meager fortune spin once more her wheel Meandering through life he goes blowing and blustering about on Ill-conceived winds and uncertain honours…
Poetry: Blood Sings
In honour of a really lovely ballet – from Rose to Flint in happier times My blood sings keenly of time and places long past A wish for some handsome stranger to hold me fast To listen to my songs and to read my poetry Breathing deeply of my perfume everfree Dip me in a…
Poetry: Under The Trees Where The Little Lights Glow
Under the trees where the little lights glow Lies a girl who rests awhile and easy she never needs to show That she’s good or kind or give any sort of hint There’s sweetness and light in her heart and her breath is of mint The happiness just rolls off and within her in waves…
Poetry: Beats
Underneath my blood bones and skin Beats a heart of red encaged and thin Only the threadiest of pulses keeps me moving It slows to a creep and it starts crawling Up and down in and out the moment passes I start to rebreathe old air and the gasses Nourish me and frustrate me as…
Poetry: Stone Unturned
In the highlands above a war-torn village plundered cruelly A voice rises high and clear on the winds and in eerie tones Sings a lovely light-hearted lad of flowers and light and power The kind of power that conquers all and leaves no stone Unturned in its victory and as he feels the tears Rolling…
Poetry: A Prequel
Thunderous applause may be how liberty dies But how about when freedom gently survives Does anyone ever really notice when a cup of cocoa Means that there is no longer a rope trying and tying me so That I’ve slipped the knot and found the key And that no man will ever again bear down…
Poetry: Juniper
Juniper berries on a christmas tree Are little drops of you and me Painful sprinkles of frozen blush On a background of greenwood brush Like tears that fall on my bedsheets In an imitation of what my mind repeats The berries make the lights shine so much brighter They cast an ice-cold glow that only…