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 a happy life!

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 own destiny?

Narcissus whispers sweetly

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself’

And bobs his yellow head

In the soft, spring breeze.

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 to survive

Tear off the shroud

Sunlight fries

The frazzling fog

The watery lies

Wail no more

A calm descends

Mist dissipates;

The shuddering ends.

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 and white

Jasmine joins

The throng at night

Honeysuckle

In the wings

Food for bees

Nectar for kings

My treasure, jewels

My court of fools

We lay entranced

And drool.

Someone’s Narcissistic Best Friend

I

Am

A cut

Above

All other

Gemstones

All other

Jewels

Bow

To

I

Fangirling

Without thought

I tug on

Black pants

Red socks

Black border

“Toxic!”

On the side

Tight jeans

Black boots

Red motif

Comedy T

Line my eyes

Laughing

In the glass

At my red black

Jean clad ass

There could be

Such a thing

As reading

Too much Deadpool.

Take me to the Ocean

Waiting by the ocean

Waiting by the shore

Clouds are hanging, cloaking

Sunlight, grey and raw.

Beach lies glinting wetly

Tide breaks like a sigh

Pebbles crackling, crunching

‘Neath the slate tile sky

Winkles, whelks and starfish

Rays and sprays and gulls

Bladderwrack and mermaids purse

Crannies, nooks and pools.

Take me to the ocean

Take me to the shore

Where earth meets sea meets sky

I couldn’t ask for more.

Soteira: The Song

A while ago I wrote a poem as part of a devotional month of work undertaken by many devotees of Hekate. Titled Soteira, I always intended to turn it into a song, however the poetic structure didn’t quite fit with the music that came to me, so it’s had a bit of a rewrite. Musical version to follow shortly!

Mirror to my soul

Your twin lights guide me

When I can’t decide

Which path is right

Guardian of my goals

Each step excites me

Leaping in the dark

The joy of night

Cosmic world soul

Heart of the universe…

The thought and the word

The void and the atom

The step and the leap

The tears and the joy.

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Listening to your voice

Each time it teaches

Stretching from the stars

To touch my mind

Grasping for hand

My spirit reaches

Heart is in my mouth

Each time I find

Voice of heaven

Earth, sea and sky…

The thought and the word

The void and the atom

The step and the leap

The tears and the joy.

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Wound in the web

Tiny lights in the dark

Compassion and kindness

We make our mark

Give me the courage

Oh give me the strength

To rise and strike a spark

Cosmic world soul

Heart of the universe…

The thought and the word

The void and the atom

The step and the leap

The tears and the joy.

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Mind heart and mouth

And tears on my brow

You’re pulling me onwards

You’re giving me hope

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Not in Bed

I should have put

Her back in cot

I should have shut

My eyes

I should have laid

In covers hot

Instead I stayed

And smiled

Into tiny sleeping face

Into heart, toughness and grace

Thinking, ‘This is your place’

My arms, hardly the comfiest bed

Yet you are peaceful

As I bow my happy head.