Sunday 2 December 2012

being a father

moon soft waves splash
around heather kiss
as love makes love

When his eyes met mine from the womb, I saw no father in the stare. No past echo. I was blank. In me alone the river flowed to his sea. But the future is shadow, absence, not the dawn mist in giddy love.

the house shudders
from ‘fuck you’ storms
with arms windless sails

Saturday 25 June 2011

the sun
has a likeness 
to the moon 
as we do 
to faeries
random word: likeness

Friday 24 June 2011

dancing trees
stop work
go out 
with the wind
random words: dancing

Thursday 23 June 2011

the morning breeze
and give
random word: tender

Wednesday 22 June 2011

be still
hear the breeze
touch silence
random word: still

Tuesday 21 June 2011

no crow
and a cloudy night
so poetry
must be fresh
random word: cloudy

Monday 20 June 2011

for faeries
in raindrops
but say 
it's poetry
random word: raindrops