Jump the fire

I would Beltane you a wish this good eve Spring you a new beginning for the road Handfast you to the life you dream of for a year and a day as the time wheels forward Bless you a moment to reflect on all that is and will be and Maypole your vision to the …

bruised sky

we threw shadows and lover's sweat about the long night wild and shapeless with only the moment that mattered the theatre of the near doomed projected by moonlight to only two viewers on the still ocean of relationship's dusk lunar sea replaced by the rising sun of a bright new dawn you pinched my bum …

chrysalis

i can often be the most destructive weapon i know bringing myself to my knees with one hard thought from a place of high happy contentment and glow to a dark and brooding cave where no light exists i can learn from this destructive weapon i know that shadow and light are both part of …

ha-ha-ha-haibun

"Do you know the piano's on my foot?"  I asked my daughter. "Sorry" she said completely unawares of the pun door I had opened for her to step through. At 13 she had lots still to learn. You had to laugh though right? Pushing and pulling a piano from the jeep across the car park …

5 days to go….

five knocked upon my door today enquiring as to the state of things poetically speaking   i told him he was the beginning of the end so he left my next encounter is likely to be four- midable given his propensity towards in the box thinking he's such a square i will dispense with him …

slow days

twenty five days in and my poem has sloth written all over it   Am appropriate American sentence for NaPoWriMo day 25. Hanging as always with the Toads

non poem

don't mind me ( the not poet) i'm being mindfully absent whilst my poet mind takes a trip into the animated world of words that can be mined like rich seams of anthracite for the fueling of this err...this....err....oh never mind! I'm the (not poet) What did you expect?   NaPoWriMo day 23 and as …

learning to fly

“You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”  ― Annie Dillard   i think that human flight is possible where trust is the only required fuel but in whom is it placed. oneself is a good place to begin if only you can find who and where …

soulskin

  kelp marries the tidal dance between the skerries torridonian sandstone and sweet yellow gorse set in orcadian cobalt blue skies with nae a cloud to be seen   stillness roars and you feel yourself expanded magic trembles you a body shiver and you breathe the deepest of breaths flowing into fullness of being   that …

stoned love

Earth stone and sky sing this song of magic sounding the names as incantations on the four winds to whisper in your prescence Moel Tŷ Uchaf o gymru* Tara ó chroílár na muire** Boscawen-Un in the ancient land of Kernow Castlerigg and Arbour Low in fair England Machrie Moor and Callanish on Scottish islands A land …