Winter ~ a nonet

In this, my hour of broken sleep,

Empty silence in a cold room,

Moonbeam sheen white blade across

This bed I lay upon ~

Such peace of heart I

Find in this time,

To think of

You and

Dream.

Millie and the Moon

Woke up from dreams of being photocopied and having to deal with several hundred paper versions of myself jostling for attention, to find Millie staring at the moon. Quite beautiful. A kitten, new to the world, staring in fascination at something I could never possibly make her understand, myself too in awe of the morning moonfall...existing in that moment, a human and a cat, no language to link us, yet both animals on the Earth, dumbfounded by the beauty of our ancient companion; on a journey through time and space ~ Until I realised that she was infact stalking a spider on the ceiling.

winter morning ~

still the sun rises

behind the veil

morning shows

a painting undone

of colours

love is barren

fields hammered flat

under cold steel

invisible unless

the strings of this knotted

heart relent

After an image in 'A Body Lain Out' by Lorca ~

The summer in a foreign dusk.
Close heat that grows everywhere
From the skin, breathed.
A balmy silence towards the lain loved one -
Alive in degradation!
The smell of seas emptying
It's cold shoals on the sense -
History gathers at last to rest
On pebbles, red stone as warm as a heart,
Whispering grasses -
The shudders of the mourning.

untitled ~

in my dream

love was onfire -

walls were aflame and

time had no meaning.

the whole world stopped

for the musics i heard -

a distance that evolved

from my heartbeat.

i looked up at your face -

a bone white mirror -

it broke into pieces upon the air.

Saturday in the Roman City ~

The dog screams in it's lust,

Emptying the bowels of the

Dark vowels it knows,

Around the streets, cascade,

Slapping like flesh on steel each word,

An echo torment like me

Waiting for the turns,

The love comes, coming

Not known any other way

Someone controls, always

It stops, the driven take over,

Each machine shudders terror silk,

The sound a million hearts

And each one beating breaks.

The Load ~ (for Mahmoud Darwish)

I carry a load and
Now I am afraid of doorways,
The passage makes new parts
Of my condition bleed-

Her pains, I am carrying
Her, her load creaks in my
Bones so that they snap inside
The flesh of me.

Stone burnt in sun-
Water made thin on the
Scorched ground of Gaza,
Hurt, as ice moves on the
Ebb of the tide,
Ice melts on the worn tongue.

I ask her to leave me alone
So I am not so hurt by
Her sudden objections
As she jabs her nails

Into my side and rips in
Between my ribs, the nettles
Of viens wrapped around them,
Stabbing and stabbing.

Rain that must dance
With the winds,
As pebbles rush back
With the waves,
Paper runs from the flames,

I gave my life to her unknowing;

To her my life I gave.