Waking Up Sick Every sniffle and cough is the same: “Is this it? Have I caught it Should I isolate?” But until now, Symptoms didn’t quite match Today was different My foible is An over sensitive nose Driving my guts to distraction With the… Continue Reading “Waking Up Sick”
I’m not watering the plants I’m reaching out into twilight Touching the dusk Not dusting; dusking Swimming in impossible blue Under the wary red eye Of Mars Silhouette trees a startling shadow play Against spreading spilt ink Dripping like the water From my tiny… Continue Reading “Reaching into Twilight”
A little look at how the fair folk’s influence seems to have sunk its teeth into modern politics. …we learned to hang iron, throw salt, leave out butter and cream… Don’t you want the clink clank of gold…? This poem is available in full… Continue Reading “New poem for my Patrons”
There’s a page on the Internet Says your stuff’ll go missing Sharp things underfoot Pens and tacks and pins Favourite earrings Special trinkets Bills and dockets Gone for good But I know That sometimes a lost item Is simply lost Misplaced Forgotten Because humans… Continue Reading “Kinda Good”
I got behind… again I got distracted… again There was other stuff going on… again Like last year When I didn’t finish And the year before When I barely finished So why This year of all years When there is more reason than ever… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 22: NaPoWriMo Blues”
My nine year old wrote Of the pale moon gracefully Riding stallion clouds. I begged him for it That magical phrase, just to Say how proud I am.
Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral? We’re playing twenty questions And the boy can’t quite figure out If glass is one of the three Or none One or none Or some of all It’s mineral I say, without thinking But then I do think… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass”
Crawling out of swamps Dripping metaphors Like similes That sear the skin Scream off Siren wails and Black eyes pierce The bard’s heart A bobbing larynx Gulping at tightness In throat. Waiting with a lute, Waiting to write of fear Instead, song upon song… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes”