Wednesday, 12 December 2012


Break away
From this night of
Second chances
Where we meet,
As a river
Flowing nowhere.

With your hair
Your body
Reach me
In the only way
You know.

The day and
Hidden sounds
Of a forgotten banquet,
Swallowed tears
And ebbing mascara.

Not to tear away
From the embrace
Of fire
Or burning,
Of the lips
And eyes
Like fireflies
In the dark.

Monday, 3 December 2012

Chasing words

I sometimes think I know, now that I'm a little old - but honestly, I think I'm still trying to learn that I shouldn't try and find poetry in everything. It's not a meal that's served in front of you, it's a chase or a hunt that must be experienced..and if need be, set free. Things that people remember may come from you but great things that you feel proud of always come to you. There's a delicate balance between resting and fleeing and as I said, I'm still trying to learn.

Saturday, 1 December 2012

The Healing

No, today doesn’t die alone
Watch the withered colours run
From what the candle light has shone
Through tales of ghosts and freedom

Through touch of yore
And widened eyes of youth
That caress the fields of green
And within this forsaken shelter of little light
I laugh, and begin to breathe.

Will I find you in the tides?
At the periphery of waking?
Whisper and tame the spell of time
It is yours for the taking.

They may burn this tree down
But the roots will remain
The hope of age shall spring anew
After the falling of the rain.

And I shall follow your raindrops
Until on that cold floor, I kneel
If the sky is a wound
The moon will heal.