The Meadow

where once I was a field of wildflowers

shaded cool near open plain

caressed by breath of winsome breeze

cooled by kiss of springtime rain

.

summer saw me serried and root bound

in servitude of crumbled ground

oh that you, young traveller

should find me, found

.

patiently in seraphic state

a scintilla of self, I did but wait

with drifting seeds

and scion stretch

yet autumn wasted

to weed…such wretch

.

for the dark, duplicitous skies

disturbed the dance of butterflies

and lured away, through savannah grass

far from my field

you then did pass

Words

oh yes I can whip the words
bring them to their knees
crack the cat ‘o nine tails
across syllables, diseased
observe the line break
conjugate, then subjugate
.
submerge them under bobbing apples
will they float as oily residue?
or settle into the murk where they belong
leaden lyrics of a funereal song
.
so swirl dust whispers in an airless room
letters catching the crack of light
then rest with mold on parchment tomb
lost of worth…
a translational plight
such volatile vapors
vexed by night
.
when words are shreds , untrue,obtuse
prepare the gallows

unfurl the noose

The Fingerprint

your soul marks me

a fingerprint etched

melting the cool

with imprints; raised whorls

seizing bewildered gaze

mesmerized by the ways

of every Arabesque swirl

.

pausing at a bifurcation

to deviate, to wait?

shall a ridge ending

swerve, or demarcate

destiny’s decision?

.

I can only pore over possibilities

assembled between pores

the rest will be known to you

and you alone

.

puzzle of heart line, love line

palm heavy, flesh enshrined

grasping the cool eglantine

Tsunami

when the ocean came in

with its bellows, with its groans

with its almighty exclamations of foam

with spits and swirls

and torrid Medusa curls

of seaweed, filling your mouth

even Poseidon released his trident

aghast

lulled by siren hymn: iconoclast

and seahorses scattered

in equine nautical dance

a cataclysm of coral kingdoms

truculent to turbid tidal trance

..

we didn’t see it coming

that devastating wave of destiny

it arrived when we were distracted

by sky, by sand

that moment you reached for my hand

..

so surrender we must

for the ocean we did trust …

Elemental

my mood pivots on words

that pirouette on your tongue

sulphur on a deflagrating spoon

heat is applied over faltering flame

your sentiments the pure oxygen

inciting this crisp, blue shame

 

now sealed in a conical flask

resolute oxidation set to outlast

the periodic, elemental charm

of unstable compounds set to disarm

to distract us

from the covalent bonded

attraction we cannot deny

our bunsen heat dialled to low

our indiscrete love froths to overflow

Tangled

candied sap trickles from tongue

diffident lips gently parting

i’m teased by the sun

molten, golden

drips forth a dulcet delirium

.

an epicentre of entanglement

begins with you

radiating out, web strands soused with dew

insect shells, hollowed, glisten

wreath of wings, behold, frisson

.

perhaps a state of langour

teased by dissonant breeze

vacant exoskeleton

cell coffin of could be’s

 

perhaps a chrysalis dormant

wings moist with vestigial fold

preparing to unfurl, unveil`

our desirous destiny untold

 

The Rat

i wander through the rooms

of you, protean partitions

a fawning pass through

shadow facing, self effacing

.

find me

in a cloistered sanctum

an airless antechamber

of faded light fenestrations

spawning Lescaux like illustrations

ancient projection and flickering scenes

reality yielded, yet gossamer dreams

..

you offer me such squalid abode

a somnolent subterranean cell

lulls shallow breath, long slowed

as hypoxia calms the Elysian dark

halycon opiate memories spark

… with hermitic spores

..

something scurries in the sooty stillness

scabious rodent claws at my cheek

“how did you get here” i whisper

another fanciful figment, so meek

“why do you stay” say i

i cannot reach the unlatched door

indolent, i close my eyes

with claws at neck

i wait some more

 

 

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.