Happened a silver lining

Thought it was the end,

gave away my books,

threw out my artwork (again).

Well then, a miracle,

the first of many.

One small shiver of light..

a drop of sound grows..

in the shadow of broken time.

You had a dream that we

were all in a plane crash,

but Jacob from Casualty saved us,

so long as we thanked each one of his extraordinary muscles.

My skin cries, peace.. at last.

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The enormity of the futility

is a quicksand erasing

every echo of worthwhileness.

Sometimes, falling through to

the crossfire of another storm..

We spiral in patterns. We live in traps.

Hello, my error! How wide is oblivion,

stalely invisible a road to clarity?

Stumbles of scribbled paths.

Tear my glance from paucity.

If all appearances are illusions..

Why not walk a sweeter way?

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Panic Panics

We kissed. You fell.

It was just a navy puddle, swaying on an autumn afternoon.

You stepped into my mind.

A bell trap of bored ghosts.

A kitchen of melting pans.

A temple of chaos.


Blood rush took you further away and around.

Swooping down like a thirsty silver bird, the rain came and broke the mirror scattering liquid you left me for the golden trees over there.

I couldn’t quite see you…

I cannot even catch the scent.

Exhausted, I sleep in circles.


Poem from perspective of panic personified.

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Love Songs (To Fear)

Come get in the ring.

I’ve made you tea and brought your favourite chair. Talk to me. Tell me all about it.

Under the moon, we will dance to the rhythm of the distant flowers of the sea.

Your mouth a wondrous cave I wander through, humming.

Life swims in your pockets,

And in the middle of your voice is a grand spoon of ice cream, big as a room.

One lick sends the stars spinning.

I want it again.

The taste of you.

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Like a cold, deep fog,

I wandered

into a field of low volume static, bearing the ritual sacrifice of the day.

A jumper, sequinned with ice, embroidered with stones, and tired river clay.

To my surprise, the ground began to move. It shook like a leaf on a body of wind, and I shivered, fearing falling, into the void, not only having no place to safely land, but losing my jumper and the tray it was on.

A baking tray from the local shop costs _________.

The surface broke as shadowy signals unfurled like flags into the intently watching sky.

The edges linked, and became a wide, screeching tower of wind, around which I gingerly walked.

Bitter voices tore at my ears,

Dreary lines engulfed my fluttering envelopes.

We laughed as my bravery slumped into the recesses of the painting like light fleeing from the shadows.

In the storm cloud, I grew. Just a tiny flame feeding on pieces of sky.

Forgotten by summer.

Time raised me as an old child, quietly making me a coat for the snow and rains.

You can’t see it.

It’s part of my skin.

Moves in my breath.

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We thought we had arrived in Spring,

and yet, around the corner

a dragon sprang, hurled around our skulls,

blew ice to make skins rattle,

and fluff in pockets huddle close

and quiver……………….. then,

silver fingers crawl from the sky,

gallop over the bold torrents of green

with the shy yellow tips.

“Blast you with misery..

Drench you with a little hope.

Move those bones.”

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Hello Insouciance

Hello Insouciance…

If I could capture you

How I would float – –

My mouth smoothly shape your effortless smile,

And I would hold freedom in my hands!

The pleasure of sun on skin,

A wanton twist of breeze…

[reach out – thunderclap sound]

***** FEATHERS SPILL *****

My lovely illusion strides away..

Wide leaps on water.


It’s a poem about desires and illusions.

There is a sense of irony in the way that it’s written like a message, and personifying insouciance. One might think that a person leads a charmed life, but one may have very little idea of how life is for that person.

I convey the experience with a sense of affection which is not entirely ironic.

An affectionate and curious rather than bitter or toxic longing.

At the end, I imagined insouciance “walking” away with long strides, but the final line is about light and water, which connects to the idea of the fleeting nature of mortality, all desires and also, ironically, the cyclical nature of light returning on water each day under the sun/moon.

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