Bitter Spring



This spring is sliding

into squall

that mackerel sky

I drew last night

has puffed its clouds

with rain

the shadows creeping

from the wall

& I am cold & overdone







Silver night, new moon hollow

bull frog barks deep throat

owl flight moves towards


Dreams have caught me in

their web of splendour

as night compels escape

& I am on the run once more.







You promise me nothing

I am overjoyed:

you live in your bubble

& overly cry out for me:


You know it was meant

& somewhere deep

inside we are tied

across the mighty ocean


beneath the turquoise seas

I believe

I believe

you’ll reach out  for me.

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