So the cat Looks at the fire and The woven wicker basket, An echo from the past Slightly frayed and dusty With logs too new Damp and possibly Woodworm rotting,…
The wave overwhelming off white debris Wallowing down sinking in sponge sogginess spooling through loops To incidents long gone – half memory half myth Fighting to find foothold and strength…
We used to call them Butterfly cakes, Not wasting much From teaspoon cut But fashion wings And place divided Beautified , In childlike eyes, From fairy cakes. (And what do…
Downsizing 8 into 3 and a cupboard Charities win A small remainder Reminder Of what was. Echoes in scattered homes Diluted of what was. Can’t fit the dining…
The cat’s out of the bag He’s wandering scared Free crouching Mohican hair ridge Eyes wide Teeth and claws ready for Instant injections of Spitting fear and hate With so…
Tune and time Together melody mixed Either trip up Or dance smoothly Such joy When fleeting harmonies Coincide And heavenly tune and time Result In found pearl fishers Harmony
Photos like leaves Taken and fallen Infesting albums Memory sticks Throw away moments Plastic remarks Thousands of years Not Forgotten recycled Composted The element of truth The run with the…
Recognising God Trying to express What cannot be Imperfectly Using something Other Something far away Memory, perhaps Perhaps Too solid granite Immoveable But not once Now like many others Breaking…
The ticking pools the quietness Of gathering skeins of time And keeping quietly clicking Knits peaceful solitude and warmth Green and orange Flashes of brown Whirl No murmeration…
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