THE MOON, 3 POEMS

  1 The Depth under the Moon Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine […]

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DUALITY for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This years theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Duality And here is where we battle the truth; east or west, the sun’s […]

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SCARLET RISING

  Eat the storms, Mother said, boil these beds of bitter blackness until the dream rips through the rain and translucent turns to trust, even a diamond must ache in the darkness until compression can no longer compound its shine. Eat the storms, Mother said, slip the shivering skin out under shimmering sky until touch […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 18; THE BEAUTIFUL BRINY

— The moon is a diamond dream, a sweet shadow of midnight butterflies drunk on sleep into which we seep like the blood red sun beneath the blue blood sea and we are waves in bottles bobbing along on the beauty and the briny, too intoxicated to think of our time being temporary, too insignificant […]

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