Category Archives: prose

My life as a play

i have lost my taste for the everyday

a maudlin, empty theatre play

scenes dehydrate…

the set walls slide away

and

dramatic briskness falls bland

exit directed by a lone stage hand

doors bolted

 

seeking solace instead

i seek a grander outdoor stage

my soul bindle wrapped tight

grasping firmly, this new page

so captivating a script

 

in which

I wander along barren sands

an enlightened journey to me

as ocean laps, rubbing stones to shine

a hand reaches ever gently for mine

and we walk

untethered to place

and time

us two, centre stage

under warm spotlight shine

The Diary

perhaps

I did walk a mile in your shoes

borrowed as you slept

your soles

mine to peruse

finding a hole

in my argument

and blistered egos

like the chafed, constricted toes

of this awkwardly penned prose

 

perhaps

I did lay open your words

splaying book spine

cracking

a page at a time

hearing what you said

not what you meant

now only to lament

the denied comprehension

that invites a heart’s dissention

clutching the diary

 you left behind

Horizon

tonight a final masterpiece

for you paint the sky with a divine touch

brushing watercoloured wisps

with fine sable tip

letting reflections fall

and wavelet mirrors enthrall

 

your fleeting exhalations roll  clouds

toward my horizon

yet I slip further away as the the world turns

momentarily grasping the sun

in my palm

oh, how it burns

 

then return to the place

where the sky kisses the earth’s jagged edge

my love dwelling in granite chasms

and shadowed crevice

for invertebrates

of a nameless kind

A branch’s tale

I sit amongst fallen leaves

achingly curled dry into final poses

over scattered shrivel of scarlet roses

the sun warmth now diminished

as my own

 

what of the diurnal promises of spring?

when I bent proud

grimacing through hail storm sting

just to feel the graces of your summer

 

resplendent in my naïveté

with buds this passion was born

till branch from tree

was

torn

The Human Ark

Two by two they came

up the ramp of a fleeting life

the bitterly disappointed 

the blissfully burdened

the ardently amorous 

fingers entwined, twisted to intricate puzzle form

some with arms swinging with metronome unison

without touch

others looking behind with an uncertain air

halting momentarily

with slight domino sway

 

We stand on the pier 

contemplating 

“Should we pack anything?”

you ask

 

“No, we have all we need”

 

Then slowly up the gangway 

leaving our wide eyed unicorn

motionless on the shore

Bliss

Remove the blindfold from your heart

your first sunset intently behold

as raw, stinging tears flow

reflecting gold

 

remove the iron shackles

clasping ankles

and

run

soles to sharp stones

with blade edges nudging bones

 

know

all wounds will heal

the scars a proud reveal

 

offer your heart two colourful kites

so she may be lifted

buoyant to prevailing winds

to be carried any which way

in tumbling, rainbow ribboned sway

 

let her tread in the frigid sea

arms up

frantically

not for the lifeguard’s attention

but from blessed elation

with mouthfuls of brine

a smile curled in wave shine

 

thus emancipated

is the heart reacquainted 

with

bliss