Month: April 2018

Moonlight Haiku

Door slam traffic jam Fuming, steam from ears, hot mess I pause, moonlight healed.

Rules for Living on the Moon

Don’t touch the flag Kicking moon dust In faces Is Not On! Look frequently towards The earth Admire the sun With protection Of course Reflect Inwards and out No cheese jokes Ok, that’s not mandatory The only holes Are in the plot.

The Moon

A card is pulled A sphere Leaning to the side Of mercy. Our animal self Howls at it Barks at it Gnashes shark teeth But we can’t control The master of tides We fear the path Between the two towers Yet walk it we… Continue Reading “The Moon”

Jam

Sticky, clicky poppy lid Snaps open; nasal bliss Ensues; a sugary mid Morning madness Red, glistening, pips Upon my shoulder Captain of the preserves Conserve my energy For this conserve A jewel upon my knife Then spread on wheat Burnt, golden, sweet Jam makes… Continue Reading “Jam”

Secret of a Daffodil

I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet What secrets do you hold? I heard you whispering Just as you called to Persephone Am I distracted by your beauty Waiting for Hades to snatch me away Or am I the kidnapper Of my… Continue Reading “Secret of a Daffodil”

The Mist

Swirling shroud A watery veil Like tired eyes; A crazed wail Cracks through the cloud Of foggy fear The eyes alive As shapes appear Looming, lunging Awkwardly Towards a shuddering Effigy Of something that used To be alive Now lost in the mist Struggling… Continue Reading “The Mist”

Comes with a Warning

Wash dark feelings separately Press the red button Max head room uncertain Unauthorised access forbidden Stand clear of the line If you can see Where it is.

Eyes Closed

Black Velvet Streamed with red Tiny light Gone.

The Call

White treasure, petals bright Fall from high to small Hands and fingers, softly lands Adoration; springtime’s call.

Blossom

Waves of pleasure Olfactory lust Nasal pollination Vernal must Musky, heady Trance inducing Moving, ready, Rain drops sluicing Founts of heaven Sensation heavy Petrichor bomb Blossom so heady The smell of spring The scented air The cherry, apple Plum and pear Hawthorn coming Spikes… Continue Reading “Blossom”