Tag: Poet

Platinum Crumbs

I shower then dry off My armpits carefully Soaking up each drop of moisture With a scratchy towel Ready for more moisture Drying and soothing Only to be rolled over With wet, smelly goo, Designed to keep my Sweat at bay Roll over my… Continue Reading “Platinum Crumbs”

That Little Laugh

No doubt you’ve seen us The mischief makers Followers of a chaotic Maelstrom of love A little smirk on our faces A little laugh, perhaps As we listen to words only We can hear Rocks and sweets and toys In our pockets No we… Continue Reading “That Little Laugh”

I Am, I Will Be Drunk

Content warning: mentions of intoxication and drinking alcohol Charles Baudelaire, He said be drunk I know what he means I do. To be drunk on “Wine or poetry or virtue” Oh how I would love To make you drunk on poetry To feed you… Continue Reading “I Am, I Will Be Drunk”

Moon Day Mondays

Waxing Crescent – First Quarter Last night it seemed so bright and strong A bow of light A bower capable of Lifting the world As I glided home along motorways Lokabrenna searing my eyes By my side the whole way Orion’s companion A torch… Continue Reading “Moon Day Mondays”

Shouting Fire

I want to shout it out From the top of a Mountain Skyscraper Geyser Aeroplane in flight Hang suspended in the clouds Shouting fire Upon the unsuspecting. Fire of inspiration Hope Passion Creativity Just make something Make something make something Make me something then… Continue Reading “Shouting Fire”

Imbolg

Brigid came on the wind Blessing the brat bhríde Soaking it with cool rain Not quite winter waters Not quite springtime showers Tears from that in-between Liminal state of season A grief, a keening for the darkness Slowly washing away In the inevitable turn… Continue Reading “Imbolg”

Always

I was always falling for you My whole life Sometimes dancing so close to the edge Hearing the call Of your tales Both terrible and comic I felt for you Like no other I fell for you Little by little You guided my empathy… Continue Reading “Always”

Lightning Eyes

I don’t understand How people can’t tell I’m walking around With lightning eyes Your fire light struck me Ran through me Like magma I’m glowing with lava Red hot to the touch Slap a radioactive Hazard warning sign On my back And send me… Continue Reading “Lightning Eyes”

Frosty Morning

…The wind doesn’t have a chance
But we stay inside
Admiring echoes
Of misty Niflheim…

NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Water

Uisce I hiss like a hungry kettle My faltering Gaeilge Always practiced at the altar In honour of Her Uisce arís Not even knowing If it makes sense to say Water again Water again Red and flowing Life and dreams Surely, hardly What it… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Water”