A curation of original poems that explore language, feeling, and form.
Spate Attack
I am a river damned to bursting point Required by your close confinement To down regulate my outflow To a pitiful trickle When I long to flood And see you flailing in my excesses Not because I want to drown
Starlings – Revelations of Invisibility
Smoke Rises In Bird Form Lining Pockets of Air Horizontal Aspirations To Vertex From Vortex Reflected in Currents Between Waves Rippling Fenestration Mercurial Shimmering In Forming Invisible Space Reminding of a Presence Of Absence Mimicking Human Machine Code Along Telegraph
Stuffed Tiger
I offered you a Tiger Rampant Roaring Russet Burning Yearning Gnawing Yawning Sprawling Crawling Puncturing Eye Opening Jaw Closing You wanted to stuff the Tiger Black, white and red all over Darkness and Light Reporting Combining into Colour And awesomely
Swan Chemistry
We can’t all be swans Those ships of serenity Whose surface appearance Belies frantic pedalling Beneath reflected view To keep themselves on course Where would swans be In a world of their own Without the babbles of ducks Or twitters
Teacher’s Joy
There is a kind of yearning That delights in opening out Accepting its needful readiness For anything that is in your mind To come to life in theirs You allow every possibility For entrance through That open pupil Of wide-eyed
The Attractions of Becoming a Host
What I would like to be Most Is a Well Coming Host Raising a Toast Without having to boast To All those I love Best From East and West Providing a Nest Where Each Can Rest Assured in the Knowledge
The Hole and The Current
I AM the Hole AND I AM the Current So are we all Whether we care to know it or not – Both the Receptive AND the Responsive That gathers in AND reaches out From past into future becoming, The
The Holeyness of the Wood – West and East
Two, world’s apart Whose place is together In common circumference Of World spinning Story One, the proud Standard-Bearer Of light within darkness An illumination Of rectangularity Held stiffly erect With All in Order The Other, a haphazard glimmering Of darkness
This Receptive Void
There is a presence in our skies, Which hardened minds seek only to despise Or shroud in deep disguise Beyond the pale of their restricted range This presence that no one wants to know Pervades its hardened limits Loves each
The Room in the Elephant
The sound of trumpets Disturbed my sleep Calling me to awaken To my African experience of welcoming warmth Receptive and responsive – That pink-handed generosity Accepting my childhood for what it was Despite appearances to the contrary Where homicidal desperation
The Rough & The Smooth
Side by side Straddling the midriff Between fore and aft Of land that’s slipped its anchor Into liquid crystal Silvery blue Or bluish silver Depending on mood One inviting, fleshy, serene Parabolic and hyperbolic Moulded like upturned cup-cakes With pink
The Vitality of the Intangible
There is a voice that speaks through silence Letting us know Who we really are resides in where we really are Inhabitants of a place where time Circulates through the very makings of our bodies In living relationship with each
