Green, green everywhere. Well not entirely. There is sky puncturing the canopy. But all around I feel trees and nature. I am telling you this from memory. I am maybe seven or eight. My parents are setting up camp after a very long drive and I have sought out the river. It is a welsh… Continue reading The Egg
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The Step
Playlist for this Post Taking the wrong step is easy, Given strong enough reasons. And that is the seed you planted in me, When enduring injurious seasons. The darkness in you, an infection indeed. Your hungry face a malignant boil. A lancing is needed to purge out the bad, Excoriate your plague of turmoil. A… Continue reading The Step
Secrets
Somethings are secret…
Spent.
I did not realise I was closed. Doors so barely open. But in the bareness of naked flesh, A dense darkness always remained. No light, no flicker. Blinded, blind, skinned. Hard. Desired but equally taunted. Used. A rope so pretty to hang oneself with. Ruby beads poured on the floor. The fecundity of my weeping… Continue reading Spent.
Prayer
Playlist I will miss your arms tonight. Our world in the dying light. Of your hazel joy. Beneath shuttered lids. And lips that I’ve kissed far too full. I feel this loss but do not fear. You are meant to be; my medium rare, striped blackened sear. You preach to me this mornings name. And with all it’s… Continue reading Prayer
The Threat
Playlist for this Post Without claw or tooth, without speed or fangs dripping poison, what hope was there ever in the evolutionary scheme of things that humans might prevail as long as they have? How have we spread across the planet, visited the moon, explored the very depths of the oceans though lacking gills or… Continue reading The Threat
No God but GAIA
Playlist I’m not supposed to be, The fir tree in the wind. Branches flexing. Roots so solid. Growing tall amongst the rest. Immune to winter. Surviving drought. Bites and nibbles do not harm. (Not permanently.) Inside there is a core of mine. It smells of life. Vivacious, fresh, so evergreen. Sap may fall in sticky… Continue reading No God but GAIA
The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760
Playlist for this Post The giant and I were friends, or so I like to think. She never spoke, obviously. Not in normal terms. But please believe me when I say that I could feel her. Her presence was real to me. I think she felt me too. I know she did. The first time… Continue reading The Ornament Tree of Portmore – 1760
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Earth Mother
Poem about nature