Monthly Archives: May 2016

Old Fossick

    Old Fossick Whilst splitting the tomatoes open with his  bent hands,  he espied the Madame coming down the gravel path in her tatty deshabille. He quickly slurped up the  juicy red seeds and wiped his hands on his … Continue reading

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Green Woman

Green Woman Composed of smooth-muscled topaz limbs I cannot move from this place Which is as serene as any lily-scented hillside Here I am  content to drape my  mind with humble gauzes Furled from the bark of beeches, common ash trees The slap of  lime surprises … Continue reading

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Indirah’s Silence

Indirah’s Silence is the birds beating their wings the green things with the wind in their hair the hissing pebbles driven back and forth by the sea the music which makes my pillow snore the loaded paintbrush hitting the paper … Continue reading

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The Centre of Love

  The Centre of Love The heart of the flower, hidden deep in the receptacle is seed The calyx is it’s green star, its protecting sepals raising A bowl of surprise holding an astonishment of petals Flurried and blushed like an priestess before … Continue reading

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Scar

Scar Her lament The way it was, I burned myself, the red welt rose Blistered like a punishment, a solemn mark From a hierophant; but it was just a meal Gone wrong, some nourishment that never  reached The plate and … Continue reading

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Teach me to sleep

Nimue and Merlin Teach me to sleep He whispered, now that you’ve gone Hills answered green unfolding billows The sheet of Lake Vyrnwy  white as sun In hollows of caves, pink quartzes shone In woods wide eyed flowers Fixed on … Continue reading

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Day of Air and Wet Earth

The garden is fragrant with cucumber juices A deer is nestling on some damp grasses, pressing them low His ears make a rudimentary peace sign The sun is a heavy sopping sluttish pillow Flopped onto the white clouds A bold … Continue reading

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