Words. Images. Music
Pebble on my path, you trap my toe and make me question which way I am going.
Pebble, you set me free – my fingers curl around your coolness, which sips the warmth of the sun.
When I hold you, I am taken into a quiet place beyond myself.
In and around myself, an openness that is always [...]
I write because when I write blood runs on to the page and forms rivulets that merge into an ocean. A sea – a jumble of words with all their twists, turns, curves and corners.
Words that sit together comfortably like old grandmothers. Words that curl around each other, scaly like lizards’ tails. Words that [...]
Swans glide, wings beat deep and wide – carving their migratory path through the south sky. Sparrows dive in the wind’s slipstream. Beaks pierce the clouds like the skin of a dream.
Soap bubble floats up high. Round window of rainbow light.
Tree branches finger the sun. At their feet, a thinker bends his mind in on [...]
She sits, dipping into the quiet spaces that dwell between the thoughts – collage of sounds and pictures that clutter the cerebral walls.
The quiet spaces – cool refreshing pools formed by the rainwater that falls, sometimes a trickle, sometimes a torrent, on the earth.
Where the water falls, seeds planted lifetimes ago find nourishment and begin [...]
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.
She looked down at her knees and sighed and cried and wished she were thin and that the birds outside would stop their whining. The leaves hung limp from the branches like discarded clothes. She tried to force a smile but her cheeks burned with misery and she could not remember how to turn the [...]
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
She waited.
As one can only do when one is alone and quiet.
Waited for a story to come,
for the last shrill tear of the seagull’s call.
Waited for the final shred of warmth
from the autumn sun’s rays.
In the silent, stirring, yearning depths of herself
an unheard song like a hushed whisper
called for some magic to weave itself [...]