Exhale

hope cuts through / fire falling from trees

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.

Green Man

Dusk is the time of Santa Claus /
Autumn briars where he dwells /
He stalks among the dying branches /

Little Sparta

Among the stones, inscriptions For drowned ships and fallen leaders, Stands of alder and of birch The frozen souls of … More