Tuesday 13 February 2024

 

LOVE - LETTER TO LEAR (A bit  of nonsense )

 

Wheelbarrow, wheelbarrow , high in the sky,

 Wheels, star-bright as mud,

Cast their dust in my eye.

 

The Sun wades in water, and dances in time,

Singing harsh muted-melodies

Buried by garlands, rusted in rime.

 

The mountains are racing on legs spun of silk

And the half-hidden moon, in pearl-netted trees,

Is covered in memories, dripping with milk.

 

The wind in my hand, flaming silent and cold,

snares death by appointment

Ties her in shadow and paints her in gold.

Will try harder

Feeling guilty as I've not updated or contributed to the site in ages .

Saturday 21 March 2020

FOLDS OF LIGHT


Time does not affect the pulse and flow or journeying glow


 of flame-speckled suns that illuminate the dark, where star-streamed


pearly, dust falls in a curtain across the shadowed bowl of sky.


Here frosty winds blow dregs of clouds across a startled moon 


and, small flakes of snow float and sparkle in the mysterious dapple-dark.


Slowly, growing below the dye-dipped shades of flickered air,


the violet-hue, and glitter-green, of rippled colour dances above the silent earth.  

Saturday 11 May 2019

Into The Abyss


Here, below a dark and vaulted sky, tortured star-shine cries

and trickles clotted blood down, twisted, jet-stone pillars,

gleaming in the dagger-dark.

Spiked and hanging, draped on staves, pale corpses

are food for vixen-blooded pit-hounds pacing,

and howling,  among ancient fallen wards.

And the dark-light, how it glitters against furled fire, trailing,

in episodic bursts of flame, shooting through shadows,

pegged against the sooty, heated,  gates of Hell.


Thursday 18 April 2019

Someone Always Knows Your Secret.




He hadn’t walked this trail for some time, but the bog-frogs, snakes and small furry wild-things remembered him. Delicate sundews, snapping shut as he passed, knew the shadow-less figure too. They remembered the stench of death floating with him when he came. Even worse, they had all cowered in the moonlight; witnessing what he did.

Bog-water glistened like burnished sap in starlight as he picked his way carefully through the squelch of mud.

Smiling, he kicked carefully at the peat. 

It looked like a log, but he knew it was a leg from the body he’d buried there years before.

Tuesday 9 April 2019

Awakening



Unwrapped, one eye flutters into wakefulness

while the other quivers against soil,

shifting and grinding alongside rock in motion.

Within the unlocked, cave-cracked, glistening deep,

toothy, fire-kissed lips yawn and leak blistered steam.



Wakeful now, The Ancient One spirals hot breath

through sooty, snouted, scales, into the baked air.

Pouched and powdered as ashes trailing over black-burned bones,

Her petal-pleated skin gathers in sulphur-scented blossoms

of sweat flamed folds, drenched in ichor.



Tapping out times secret melody of memories, long forgot,

Cautious claws click rhythmically over fire-seared stones.

Then, diaphanous as thought, brittle as flame, she summons darkness   

as she moves into starlight

and unravels colossal, bright, wings against the sallow moon.

Saturday 30 March 2019

Haiku - In the rubble


Posters stained red and

Bruised by fierce revolution, 

Flutter like torn skin.  

(using three prompt words  - bruise poster & revolution)

Tuesday 19 March 2019

Union


Furtive gloom-light slips as seductively as Lolita

Into the void and, caressing the spine of darkness,

teases sleepy day into rising, damp, pink,

 and hard, against the dexterous digits of curled clouds

that roll and buck, restlessly as spurned lovers,

against the amorous attention of night.

 And as the growing tremor of light builds below the bud,    

a sprinkle of stars spark in and out with euphoric gasps  

 matching the repeating  thrust and pull of unrequited lust

swaying in broken shadows where night and day come together.