A Poem: Treasures

Treasures. I will put them in my kete. And I will be rich, with a wealth of blossom. The flushed cheek of dawn, and kiss of sun. Memories, I’ve been too hungry to put anywhere, and dreams too unformed yet, for shape. All the residue, now melted down, and the elements of future possibilities, carried … More A Poem: Treasures

A Poem: Difference

I don’t receive you by being you. If difference is to be respected, then so should mine. If difference is to be recognised, it is because we do not blend, but stand out backlit so we shine. I receive you best by being me. This heart shaped to hold yours. This depository of sorts, like … More A Poem: Difference

A Poem: Sacrilege

The evening is still and perfect hushed, but for a bird or a singing cricket, breaking the silence. Unearthly, this silence which, like a funeral shroud has fallen. Has laid its blanket wide, that any sound from man or beast seems out of place. A smudge has marred the landscape. A black mark not like … More A Poem: Sacrilege

A Poem: Darkness

And there was evening and there was morning. The first day. If something is decreed like the shadows falling, the light departing we need not fear it, or retreat from its appearance. As the dark has a certain softness that the blinding day hasn’t, a sort of Hallowed Eve, in which we take our solace. … More A Poem: Darkness

A Poem: The Body

It is said that we cannot move, or breathe without some wind stirring a star somewhere. I think that must be how prayer works. That in the moment that I conjure you up, your help is on its way. Perhaps abit like Chinese whispers, a bird might tell an angel, whose wings then brush a … More A Poem: The Body