Category: Poetry

Bonsai

“To scale all love down To a cupped hand’s size” Edith Tiempo ~ Bonsai Even now there is a mote of ragebehind these cool blue eyes – some rougeperhaps has rubbed in over yearsredness lessened to a small hot spotthe way volcanoes lie lowsmouldering,…

Merlin

Mighty the Wizard/ Who found me at sunrise  Sleeping, and woke me/ And learn’d me Magic! Merlin and the Gleam ~ Tennyson You ascribed it to allureyet you it was who lured usover bold, bare mountains with phantasyand promises of spellbound visionsI, bewitched by…

My Blue

My blue is not that of a mariner’s hankeringfor seascapes, nor the hue of rivers I follow faithfully– rather these favour steel and tealbefore the plunge into a foaming bice brine My blue is not that mood indigo lodging wax-like in the ear when…