Softly folded

A meteor shower, frozen

asleep on the empty road

I gauge the feeling on my arm, how cold

the pulse of the night wind

give me a homeland

this ancient crooked tree

no one replaces you

give me a homeland

my lips are chilled

dreaming

In the image

I write poetry for pictures

They’ll say it all,

Play it subtle & soft

Keep it ambigious, keep it safe

They’ll hide, what your afraid of saying


Birds of prey

Birds of prey
watching me
Corner of the page
every turn of my life
Birds of prey
watching me coldly

Marking me from trees
rhyming at me,
Every silver lining, spying
strife of the midwives
Archives of the afterlife
calling, wanting and watching

Birds of prey
bray grey cliches
Colour my decay
play games of dismay

Meld

 A face dripping  daylight 
A seaside cafe
Nursing dregs
Over a story
The skyscraper spire
They wear clip on ties
The unseen order of things
Talk of war, sugar in darkness