Poetry 31.08.2020
Outside my window The river runs that The rust river runs red Gleams gun metal Over stones
Outside my window The river runs that The rust river runs red Gleams gun metal Over stones
Do I have to Wait Until I’m sixty Or dead For anyone to recognise What passed before Their eyes Unseen Unnoticed Beautiful genius? These words Loop Unfold Scatter necklace pearls Beads dropping String snapped – Can we see your early work? Now you want me […]
Like the proverbial She sits Hateful as one With a silly sardonic smile She makes saints cuss She has stained the glass Of every window Into my soul Brimful and doubting Yet quietly sure I was doing right I am no saint I am a […]
Jagger Fox You knew I would not fear you now You knew With time My mind Would outgrow Your boldness You knew I would write Your terror Into being Only to dismantle You Fox of my dreams You are a puzzle With one piece Missing […]
Jagger Fox Reposes Nonchalant to the heavy dawn He knows How rain Will bedraggle feathers Distract hen minds Disarm their beady eyes His pounce comes Suddenly Abrupt in the sky water Startling Interrupting Their roosting alarms Later In innocent sunlight Earth steaming Feathers scattered Entrails […]
The morning serves up Steaming hot bowls Of her ladled self. We are not asked to comment; Only for thankfulness As she warms our bellies And faces, Eager eyes revived As the old engine starts. In marmalade slivers of orange sunlight sunlight orange The congealed […]
So I had a revelation last week. Or a realisation. Seismic shift, but no tectonic plates moved. It has reframed everything and changed my perspective. The people who were (and some still are, nearly two decades later) most vehemently outspoken against me at the time […]