At dusk, she works her way into the heart
Of a wind-tilted tree
Bracing her feelers as flesh falls away to bone
Securing to sylvan self
Aftermath
Gathering me into a mesh so fine
While we sip wine from the chipped teacups
Of the Mad Hatter’s broken bar.
Divine Intervention
A whisper;
There’s more left for you in life than this.
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Sea Wyvern
Secured by a rolling hitch, /
And with your sheets held fast, /
You set sail on your hospital bed…
Sharks of the Caribbean
Watching Mark get fed to the sharks Was a predictably unenlivening experience
“Honestly!” he shouted, firmly clamped
In the jaws of a great white
“It’s a great idea for a prompt!”
Poetry collection: In February
“Poetry to shake senses awake with the splash of language.”
The shadow-trader
I slip, slight, to slither and search / Backstreet, corner, dockland, church. / Sleek, slender, slacking my thirst, /
For richer, for poorer, beggar-man, hearse.
“sleek and long as jaguars and horrible whiskered, spitting and snarling they would slink and sidle over white back-garden walls”
Santa’s reindeer went weird when they got to Wales.
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