Spear Flowers

spear flower berries
crushed in her slender fingers
a wet blood red stain

Rough Sea

pounding dangerous
it holds a fascination
in its dark grey waves

Happy Weekend Everyone

zen lemonade
it fills my dark blue soul
with crashing waves 

Fire

sati practice banned
wife burnt alive with dead spouse
old hindu custom

Frogs Carpe Diem

no certainly not
it is out of the question
tis a frog free zone




ribbet ribbet
cogito ergo sum
ribbet ribbet

Alice

i heard mummy
saying to my aunt flossie

that she would never be barren
that she was more fertile
than the black soil
of the liverpool plains

that she could get pregnant
by just ironing one of my father's shirts
and could easily end up as
the old woman who lived in a shoe
who had so many children
because she didn't know what to do

i worry that she may be intensely angry
with me for swapping my baby brother
for a piglet at the fair
but as she does a lot of ironing
i should imagine i will have a lot more
baby brothers

Bonjour Spring Magic

poetry jam



the whole place
is magic
full of
dark magic
magie noire
smiles that light
up the sky
and eyes

eyes
that burn
with desire
gentle laughter
silk flutes rippling
through sunshine

magic that wraps
tight like a coil
until you can't breathe
and then
splits open
like a ripe pod
into a million
star fragments

magic
is magic
and
it's
everywhere