Moon Mind
August 25th, 2010Moon Mind Stars look like birds Feet tread softly Walking the night path Whisper of wind urges me on.
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Moon Mind Stars look like birds Feet tread softly Walking the night path Whisper of wind urges me on.
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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?