With tipped wings up-lifted, saffron feet flexed downward, grey-capped kestrel lands "Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt 'Land’
Category: Tuesday Poetics Prompts
Fearless
My fear is the forest, Faceless, vast and overgrown, where known entwined with unknown And knotted stomachs in it’s branches. Fearless I face you, tiny hands on tilted hip Knock-kneed and stubborn lip Familiar forest, I see you, And tremble a little less. “brief; This weeks Tuesday Poetics hosted by Laura was ‘less is more’. We …
Borne
On top of the mountain, I breathed in, thin cool air, Felt it kiss my skin, Brief relief From the earth separating below, The fault splitting, The burning core spitting, The rising eruption I could no longer resist. Then From the centre of my world, Came your perfect form, With eyes of oak, Your tiny …
The Art Teacher
You sketched your death on a post it note, Etched portrait laid in charcoal coffin, Lined up your family to gaze in, Their hands laden with the days shopping. I sensed the irony of wry dry smile Drawn in to hide your sadness, Tender like the ink-press of a bruise, I watched you ashen …
Saline Song
Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?* Whose song springs from gravel graves beneath where the sand shoal looms? Whose tune pitches and pains through the octaves of sea-worn remains? Whose melody echoes and courses across time-spent sand grains? This baseless lament rises from the water herself, A plaintiff cry, a …
Nights Comfort Lost
They live on the corner, Both lost, but together known, Between the council house and the carpet shop They make-shift a kerbside home. She, drug-thin, snow-flake skin Barely hiding the little left within Yesterday’s jeans slip slight from her hips Yet undeterred and unrefined, she effs and blinds. He, blind-drunk, weaves and creaks …
Night Shifts
Night shifts slow down in the small hours. The Ward so dim I can barely see As I watch you, watching me. What thoughts, in conjuncture, trip and spark As you gaze lightly through the dark. One of us is lost, one disturbed The other quietly observes the absurd I wonder where the line …
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