To Land

She’s not like other girls You can’t own her Just borrow And share a moment If she wants it. But she’s a ghost Unseen Unknown… And she travels Too occupied with Making the most Of exploring this universe To be taken and kept She’s not like others She’s a spirit Fearless Wrapped in skin But…

In the Aftermore

There are truths we can only learn in solitude… But have I been studying for too long? And what happens if I leave this nest Of sacred space and precious rest? Will I be vulnerable Will I be exposed Will I be quiet Will I explode? Will I return and hide Or will I explore…

worth the storm

We are a spark a connection lightening brightening the sky as dark as darkness has ever been (the deepest lost black you’ve ever seen) we are the shimmer that breaks through the night the light for less than a second the brightest bright flashing light we transform transfigure transmute the night. And without the darkness…

chase

When you feel cold air blue fire burn through you (there is something in this air.) Is it nostalgia a reminiscent hunger…? Is it past Is it present love? ~ or just the imagination of something more something less than you can express (your hands remember but your mind forgets) ~ A touch like feather she’s silk she’s leather she’s your…

Summer Water (Revised)

    Summer on the water Sun setting I’m forgetting Everything and nothing at all. (3 months spent running round the world – Useless attempts to forget you) Waiting at train stations (Pretending I’m invisible) Caught a ferry to the island Evening air – tease my hair Half moon reflecting on the water -shimmering dark…

A Word in the Telling

I am a story now A simple word in the ancient book That has always been. I am The ink, the paper The plot twist and the author. A small part in a novel More brilliant than any I will ever write. I am a verse In a poem of epic desire The mortal woman…