Once more around

& around:


leaves a tapestry

of gold


sky a grey horizon.


Ploughed fields sigh

eased from summer




There’s a softness

in the air


rain caresses

dried earth


& for a moment

autumn’s past


returns to haunt




Your birthday


Time is present:

past become


a dream,



just the way

your hand felt.


Love’s a mystery

a quest for




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




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



All is not

as it seems


decisions reached

paths chosen:


mind circles back

on itself


I’m singing in

this wind




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Leaves crisp

brown,  dust:


north wind blasts

summer corners.


You recede

like the tide,


heart tick tocks.


Sleep curls

into autumn,




lavender, rose-hip,

blackberry stain,


winter crumble

shuttered houses.


The past trembles

images tumble towards


half sleep.


‘’So much life

in the girl!


Who’d have thought it?”*



*[MacBeth parody. Act 5 Sc 1.]



After the kiss we knew

it was a certainty.


Not the first kiss tumbling

& effete, but


the second then the third

seemed to gather speed


After the first kiss

two strangers shared a dream:


you spun me stories of your city

crumbling walls & hidden alley.




You talk too much

you need answers,


there are no questions.


The river listens

to our breathing


beneath these bridges

ancient lovers stir


memories rekindled.


You want to take me home

I need to learn your music


memorise the rise & fall

of harmonics.


My hands became your balm

healing hidden wounds


& I wonder if you feel

the brush of swallow’s flight


the glance of Angels

from the shadows.






Tarmac melts

rain bursts like




We are dried up

separated seeds




Land like stone

horse’s hooves




all hope drifts

lost in grey mornings.



becomes seven



tattooed in blood.


Hush descends,

school gates open


& all our sunburnt

children stream in


buttoned tight

for learning.


Late tomatoes

ripen on the stem


shelves burst

with them &


my words again



pen poised

for another dive


into darkness.

Lost & found

I walk on bones &

the path whispers,




Stuck between inside & out

there is no time of day


I walk behind your before

listen to the tinkling of the bells.


The Angel of the Moon

watches you sleep:


perfection is a word

minted for you.


Stranger’s jostle

no attention to detail:


your detail is diminished

there is no up or down


I’ve turned from love

into the deep unknown


echo of this.



Willows bend & swipe

like horse’s tails


sky bellows thunder:


turning of the year

summer swelter morphs


into cool morning.


Each night

the planets burn,


dead worlds that shine

so bright from distant past


as if


cradled in suspension.


You ask for words,

I have none:


just a bursting

of my heart


as corn winds high

fruit ripens on the limb


a whinny at the gate,

life unfurls each dawn


febrile in its mystery.