Autopsy

My roots thus exposed

laid bare for your inspection

an unholy public dissection

on hallowed metal slab

 

my wrists are tethered trembling

strapped hard to silence questioning

of spotlight

harshly flickering

 

my heart

now barely quivering

stripped clear from ribbed covering

and clasped in bloodied hands

her clot cloaked cavities

caressed into the bag labelled

“chronically capricious”

 

 

Wholly inspired by the wonderful Anaïs Nin quote “I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ”.

A Cloud Canvas

Would you let me paint the clouds for you?

long, languid strokes

lavishly spread

over fading azurite blue

with cosmic brush dipped to ferrule

heavy with heaven

dabbing ashen shadow

betwixt amber wisps

and tranquil towering iced tufts

 

a masterpiece bestowed

for my melancholy muse

heart unknown

To catch a Star

This night I near captured a star

nestling her reflection

her still water perfection

with calm hands

cupping her brilliance

her light years’ resilience

 

but with mortal impatience

my fingers start to tremble

with ripples of longitudinal shear

betraying intentions assembled

and her lustrous nocturnal glow

fuses as molten silver

slipping into the cool depths below

The Deaf Heart

Because my heart would not listen

i chained her to the railway track

strode away with nearing train whistle

deliberate footfall

i did not look back

 

Because my heart could not listen

i bound her tight with coarsened twine

blindfolded her gaze so long pleading

disowned her as no longer mine

 

Because my heart does not listen

on a field I leave her for vulture prey

but instead of carrion so tempting

a bird  lifts her cloudward

forever

away

The Bleeding Sunset

This exquisite pain

cannot be tamed within

it seeps through my pores

pools like acid on skin

 

it’s stencils are fingerprints

etched indelibly on glass

brought up to dry lips

soured wine now will pass

 

it sullies my vision

all sunsets bleed red

dawns dim, not brighten

to your darkness

i’m

wed

 

 

 

 

 

Moon Song

Wake up…

I’m the light at your window ledge

the translucent dimmed rays

by yonder garden hedge

 

I’ll soothe you in delicate lunar shine

as tendrils a twinkle over eyelash meet

cajoled in dreams to be ever mine

then drip heavy with nectar, my sweet

 

Before dawn I’ll fade into the infant blue

slipping gently from the ebony cloak of night

toiling with tides as I bid you adieu

a love weary, cratered satellite

 

 

Image courtesy of NASA, December 1972. The large crater near the center of the image is the 20 km diameter Pytheas,