Friday 30 May 2014

Air news


The wind tickles the damselfly –
with one bright flick it is gone.
It paints the sky with imagery
we are what we have done.

The wind rattles the ash trees.
It troubles water. It strips the leaves.
The wind erases your stories.
It takes them away, one by one.

Gently the wind touches your hair.
Now that your time is over
it is returning your life to air.
It’s a shame that we cannot recover

what we have thought, what we have seen.
To restore memory, touch card to screen.

Tuesday 20 May 2014

Marooned

You could tempt me to go too far
with your promise of adventure.
Your mood could change in heartbeat
you could harm me – you have done before.

There is always a journey
a line that grows on the horizon
the tug of the moon on the tide
an island to plant my flag on.

You are pulling me like a memory.
You could charm me, you always do
onto some miniature Odyssey
from Ithaca, in my canoe.

The lure of your Sirens’ song
a journey from which I may not return.

Monday 12 May 2014

The sweet spot


 Just like you to find the sweet spot –
the warmest place is the windowsill.
You lie in the sun, stretch and kill.
You are never troubled by regret.
You are almost divine: there and not there.
You track my steps in a zig-zag ritual
and charm me for your next meal.
Like a spell, you melt into the air.
You live in the present. You do not fret
about what might happen tomorrow.
You follow me around like a shadow.
You seem happy when I am not.
You occupy a circle of now
as you flex and curl. I envy you.