A few of my short poems
She Shines Now she shines in her timeas the transcendental light her silken hairwarms the glow in her eyes her mouth invites shadowsto rest in new places Gemma Pricked. Primed. No distraction, no second thought. It’s already hers. Slowly, softly, soundlessly her belly brushes lightly. Sshhh, … stop. When to claim it? Still. Stay still, still. Steady. Ready - wriggle and wait. It knows! No! Flight! But not fancy. The one that always finds her feet flies too, arches back, snaps it. Plucked from the air to carry gently inside for playing the best endgame. No more pussy-footing then. | Confessional Briefly spun around my soul Flourishing in her presence Feasting on her breath Filled with the taste of her I let her dissipate In daydream dalliances with idols I let her go That (for God’s sake!) That Is the confession Dashed G dash D said: ‘Goodness Me, What was it I did hope to see?” G dash D said: “If I could I would do what I know I should. That tiny dot they call Earth Has always been a source of mirth But damn I just can’t recall Why I put humans there at all. It could be a lovely place If those buggers maintain’d their grace. Will I zap and turn them pap Send the Earth on its final lap? Or is there some good reason To let them have one more season? | Leith for lunch A two-headed monster with ten dozen teeth. Hopping and popping and silly dancing about Quivering, shivering it started to shout: If you can’t tell me you’ll go in my tummy.” Of course Leith was brave but still very worried. It’s bad to be eaten – boiled or curried! “If you have lost your Mummy, you can have mine. Not ever for keeping but only to share. Although you are ugly I doubt if she’ll care.” Because at home there’s already a brother.” Too little, too late Gaia gasps softly again Breathless again Wounded again Again air stifled and stilled And stilled And still fewer guardians are steadfast Their footprints are deathbeds of leaves - dropped on lop-cropped limbs - beside bastard bits of broken bark Mistakenly proud guardians - they fail too quickly, fall too quietly Unnoticed (almost) They should scream |