Reflection

 

 

Sunrise

opalescence:

 

old moon

dissolves.

 

Sea returns

& returns,

 

until we are

fish food,

 

wind chime

a thrush’s

 

song.

 

You are

not apart:

 

held

 

inside

Polaroid

 

memory,

 

captured

in synapse.

 

Twenty years

of that,

 

twenty years

of this,

 

& twenty

to finish.

 

Full moon

sunrise,

 

opalescence:

 

dust motes

float

 

& all

the drama

 

shifts

to this

 

quiet

reflection.

 

.

 

 

 

Transit

 

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High wide sky

hint of jewelled

 

crescent.

 

Two breaths

a dying sun

 

fireball burning

the horizon.

 

Breathe again,

eyes up

 

starlight

 

pings from

velvet

 

evolution.

 

Suspended

orbs

 

knocking

equilibrium

 

leaving us

fish like,

 

mouth’s wide

gasping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Power of three

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Sea flat

swept platinum:

 

sky a full

head, of cloud

 

& the sand

crackles

 

like a

snagged nerve.

 

It’s as cold

as my heart,

 

this frozen

kernel of winter,

 

keening.

*

Night comes

early:

 

slapping over

the sea

 

like a

closed lid.

 

You fight

for attention

 

frightened of

an ending.

*

I’m candy

wrapped

 

breath hot

like

 

industrial

heating.

 

I’m casting

runes

 

Kestrel

glides

 

two black

cats

 

a single

magpie.

 

The horse

kindly

 

tries to

kill me.

 

I believe in

effervescence.

 

The word

slides

 

from my tongue

like kisses.

 

 

 

 

Season

 

 

 

The earth has

turned again

 

I feel its pull

weighty:

 

all night you

lie with me

 

chasing acid

fields, till dawn.

 

We share these

dreams of

 

summer seas,

 

beaches burning

hot, too hot

 

on tender feet.

 

Back then

we juggled

 

broken hearts,

 

now we listen

for their beat

 

expecting breath

to fall apart.

 

Leaves lie brittle

on the lawn,

 

your hair so white

I think of

 

Christmas songs.

your bones snap

 

the kestrel rises

on the wind

 

we’re lost in

misplaced memory

 

trying to sketch

the pathway.

 

We were golden

then,

 

as golden as

your copper curls

 

still bright, but

cutaway to frame

 

your serious years.

 

We blazed the nights

& hurtled through

 

the days, creating

films across a stage

 

you grew to own.

 

Some of us

have fallen

 

by the way;

 

still recognised

in bleary shots,

 

& some no longer

claim to fly.

 

You were golden

then, immortal

 

in your beauty:

untouched by love

 

by life, candescent

in your vision.

 

Now to see your

name embellished

 

high, it makes me

smile, your radiance

 

filters through,

I sigh:

 

remembering the glitter

& the tears.

 

We were golden then.

 

 

 

 

Once more around

& around:

 

leaves a tapestry

of gold

 

sky a grey horizon.

 

Ploughed fields sigh

eased from summer

 

burden.

 

There’s a softness

in the air

 

rain caresses

dried earth

 

& for a moment

autumn’s past

 

returns to haunt

me.

 

Your birthday

 

Time is present:

past become

 

a dream,

remembering

 

just the way

your hand felt.

 

Love’s a mystery

a quest for

 

solace:

 

bound to flowers

beside the lake

 

we learnt each

other’s name.

 

I want you

in the abstract

 

my heart

a crucible

 

seared in

life’s flame.

 

I want you

for an hour

 

a day,

 

someone I

can lock away

 

for all

tomorrows.

 

 

What became

of us,

 

with the passing

of hours?

 

Children fly

from me

 

birds murmur

in hedgerow

 

scout the bare trees

for shelter.

 

Autumn arrives

in puffs & billows

 

pillow clouds

swaddling.

 

All is not

as it seems

 

decisions reached

paths chosen:

 

mind circles back

on itself

 

I’m singing in

this wind

 

demanding

resolution.