An August night

sleep overtakes

 

I’m drugged

with truth:

 

morning rises

wise and grey

 

between us

worlds

 

dark matter

spins,

 

potentate.

 

Death,

the verb:

 

like birth

 

it hurts,

body loathes

 

to leave.

 

Heart gives

one more

 

beat, for all

the loves

 

we’ve lived

hover in

 

perpetual

present.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gulls screech,

like dinosaurs:

 

4 am, no sleep

sky hung with

 

grey wisps.

It rains.

 

We spoke

again today

 

far away,

so near

 

it hurts.

 

Love stings

resurrected

 

unearthed

like Lazarus

 

it lives.

 

I pushed

you obliged

 

now here

we are

 

no stardust

in our eyes

 

still unsure

of how to live

 

this

‘love thing’.

 

 

 

 

Heart

 

Across the

roving sea

 

implacable

today, under

 

waxing

moon.

 

Beneath the

mist of time

 

where only

‘now’ exists.

 

With this

heart that

 

still forgets

 

your smiling

eyes, your

 

smell from

sleep:

 

beyond all

of these;

 

insatiable

questions

 

ineffable

replies

 

I long

for sleep

 

to unite

us.

 

 

 

The first day,

of the end of days

 

they gathered

in the park

 

as if

 

it was

a holiday.

 

Picnics

underneath

 

the trees,

& the children

 

roamed free.

 

That night

the pubs partied

 

while our hidden

neighbours

 

coughed

in self-made

 

stockade.

 

The Minister

grave & jittery

 

doctors

blogged

 

on how this

monster

 

crept up

on us.

 

We pondered

on the truth:

 

an alien

intervention?

 

Myself I saw

the planets

 

sweep away

an old order.

 

My children

scattered,

 

old lovers

barked,

 

eyes distraught

minds unhinged.

 

That was the

first day:

 

my pen

immobile,

 

my hands

scrubbed.

 

Now, the sun

mocks us,

 

bright &

beautiful

 

in its cosmic

cradle.

 

The birds’ nest,

it is spring.

 

Nothings told

my cherry tree

 

to delay its

fragile buds

 

& we

may become

 

wiser

with this.

 

The earth

has no need

 

of our ways,

 

we’ll see

spring

 

give way

 

to summer days;

if we are calm

 

enough,

to live this.

 

 

 

 

Heart

 

 

Your heart,

that bleebing blip

 

I watched

in red

 

womb wall,

 

your heart

is broken.

 

A life

finely played

 

on stage

of love,

 

your heart

that flipped

 

& flew away

landed

 

on the sleeve

of some

 

tall stranger.

 

Your heart,

that once

 

was locked

in mine

 

is beating

out of time

 

I, mother

to all beasts

 

carer of

the weak

 

can’t reach out

across the sea

 

hold you

in your sleep

 

& fix this.

 

I struggled

to be strong

 

I shouted

to be heard

 

I birthed you

in a world

 

where your voice

could grow

 

& your life

would be more

 

than mine:

 

bright & safe

& open.

 

How is it

that we’re

 

here?

 

After forty

years

 

a mother

& her child

 

starving

in a world

 

opulent

with choices.

 

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Dark descends

@ 4pm:

 

we are locked

in winter’s crucible.

 

Battered by

our storms

 

adrift in

salt scape.

 

White wolf

keens

 

its solitude

under

 

new moon.

 

Sleep brings

nightmare

 

too many

hours

 

lost,

until

 

earth coils,

turns to face

 

the light.

 

Standing stones

catch the dawn

 

bright through

mythical fingers..

 

 

 

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.

 

.

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.