BIRD SONG

  I stroll in soft sundown across the cushioned grass, the earth a pillow I never stopped to consider, I consider going in, inside to where the light looks neat and named but a bird calls from a branch I cannot see, sight comes in second after his song- soft, slow and cycling back on […]

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FINDING THE RIGHT COLOUR TO PAINT HOPE

  Silly things sabotaged for the case of creativity- barren bark becomes blank canvas becomes blue becomes oceanic becomes bewitching monster of humour and not hurt. This is the crisis of clearing out, not shelving all that will come to know stale, but for shedding. Sheds are no longer for the simplicity of storage but […]

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BRUSHING IT AWAY

  Blue sky growing old, sun sets into dusty pinks- a hark for tomorrow for today cannot be harboured any longer. In this slow field surrounded still by stilled life, still the trees grow, even daisies have returned after the mower’s menace last Monday. Single crow comes to gather seeds from once shadowed sections of […]

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BRIGHT LIGHTS IN GARDEN PONDS

  Stars dance at the bottom of the back garden where the rain waits in shallow ponds for the earth to lick it dry. Reflections are dependent on position- you cannot catch the moon lying on the ground from the front window where the sun lingered a little longer today than the tear stained back […]

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THE RABBIT AND THE OXYMORON

  I am still so you can move You twitch when you think I’m about to turn I view you as delight and you define me as demonic You glow of late like the recently planted grass in the side garden of sunlight that used to only sit in shade Coming closer to brave with […]

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ORIGINAL SONGS

  Here now, flown back to nest since moved in absence, these streets hold no shadows of my former shyness, they do not call me by nickname, or your name. I was never open enough then to be called by your name, their name, his name, back then when there was no him and barely […]

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