Locust

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.

Sea Wyvern

Secured by a rolling hitch, /
And with your sheets held fast, /
You set sail on your hospital bed…

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.

Ghosted

I miss you, here, now. /
As your voice, telling stories, /
Murmurs through the pine trees /
And the red squirrels chatter overhead.

Otter

In honour of this liquid creature / Who twists between worlds / Blending shadow and light

Childhood among stars

A door opens to let in the moon / A crescent on its side / Eye to the telescope