Words. Images. Music
The muggy afternoon invites the evening in
For its release
Heavy, ripe clouds long to burst
And spill their pearly fruits
On the city.
Thirsty soil and twitching grass.
Eyes search the darkening sky,
Wondering when the showers will come.
Until the low rumble,
The spitting and spotting
Of fat drops on the pavements
Becomes a gushing monsoon
That washes the sweaty heat
Into the gutters
Leaving the smell [...]
Prologue:
As I walked up Gray’s Inn Road, the rain came down in thick streams. The dampness working its way through the inadequate jacket that I had borrowed from my Mum’s coat rack.
I heard a slap and looked down to find the box of overpriced, organic salad that I had bought at the train station had [...]
A white coin
Hangs in the sky.
It turns and turns
Like a twinkling eye.
Spreads its light
Through houses and dens
And crosses the land
Over fields and fens.
A stretch of sky.
My thoughts drop into shadow.
I can no longer beat my wings,
Standing at the edge of this cliff,
Far below, a sea,
Into which I am about to fall.
I feel the fear of the fall,
Grope around for a hold on the sky.
Can I stop myself dropping into the sea?
No, I am sucked under by shadow.
Losing [...]
Wanted to pop it out
on the page:
Painless,
Perfectly formed.
But it takes time
and patience
to slowly shape it
into something
rhythmic and whole.
Two minds,
two hearts,
two bodies.
A spark,
A beginning.
Shadows fall on the ground
Draw dark lines
Across the children’s faces
Like tribal markings of holy men
Who crouch over a fire
Stirring worries
And thick magic
Into a spewing bubbling pool
Of liquid lava.
Their eyes flash like fireflies
In the darkness
And draw out the spirits of the dead
From the leaf mulch
That carpets the ground
Beneath their bare feet.
Like a cocoon of silk
Wrapped in jewels
Her hair
Wisped in the wind
A shell curled round a string
Like a forgotten thing
A talisman
Of ancient wonderings
The platinum waves
curl in, crash and crumble.
A fleck of spray
lands on my lip,
(the Earth’s spittle).
Wind blows my hair
into a frenzy.
Can you feel it, Little Bean?
Feel the tide rocking,
the stones humming.
From the safety
of your cell, your shell,
Can you feel it?
The road full of fallen
branches and stones.
Bare skin of toes
Pierced
by jagged shards
of wood and flint.
Though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
that clawed at my throat,
threw my hair up to the sky,
howled down the canals
of my ears,
I walked on.
Steady purpose burning
between my eyebrows.