Lady Grey rests beneath a tree, leaves brewing scented breeze coriander swirls coffee, roasted chickory, hands blending, they speak through perfume, merge citrus and sea salt white blooms, spice, olibanum tempering fruit, ripe blackberries brush childhood memories on mint julip lips, stems crushed to release fresh tales; auras of was and May bees,…
Category: Uncategorized
Who knows? This one’s the wild card!
Fog
thick fog descending,
fighting to find thoughts missing
in the throbbing swam.
Thirsty Words
I’d lost words
But with keen intent
Regained them,
In each breath
Paroxysms of purpose
Direct gusts of wind …
You Are Not Alone
You are not alone, a cliché but true,
though it sounds like another platitude
beneath which judgement or indifference lies,
yet, when sincere, this phrase can catalyse
threads spun across oceans, footsteps on the moon …
Butterflies
Don’t fret about the shades
that flit before my eyes
they are my butterflies,
Dark Matter
it bends my light;
stretches me
as universe implodes
slowly
Laughing the Stars
Laughing the Stars You laughed the stars Into the sky And, though clouds cover them In this moment of despair With those unquestioned whys In your bright eyes, I know your heaven’s there In the bright spheres of life, So, while we wait For the atmosphere to clear Let me just state For…
Diagnosis 07/02/19
(*this post is about living the diagnostic process of a serious chronic illness and may contain triggers) They have to rule out worse alternatives But it’s almost definite, As geneticists speak of neurologists Physiotherapists, cardiologists And, if they deign to see me, Rheumatologists, There’s a remote possibility Of the one specialist Rehabilitation place in…
Mirror (#writephoto)
Mirror;
berobbed weapon
scrying, warning, being
wars of crimson in reflective
flat-blade,
The Jade Quill
Life
between
sheets of dreams
knowing none know
where my tides convene
at breaker’s edge, the brow
transformed in the under-toe;
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 