Below, you billow, Blue breeze, blew through Your heavy weighted skirt with a slap As it snatched waiting fabric tails And whistled wolf-like and whining Whilst wincing tethers clank in objection Bestow bedlam And cast across the gazing ocean. "Brief: 365/2020 project, prompt 'Sail’


Unwelcome wind undressed Chestnut’s golden gown, stark, stripped bare to bark. Gold-leaf garments scarred where bound, torn, paper-thin to ground. Bitter breath ground with grating gravel-rain, penetrated to vein. Ice sheets suffocate bare til broken down, tarnished gold to brown. Sodden remains surrender to green-tip, wounds healed, the winter yields. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Leaf’