Category: Poetry

the ballet class

infant ingénues imagining woods and sylphs whilst Madame tutted and rasped with her smoker’s cough and we wished for the swish of tulle and satin shoes of perfect pliés and points for turning circles on mirrored glass to the tune of a Chopin polonaise…

Imaginings

Chromatic conjurer by night vivid sights for flight and fright cryptic signs in lust’s designs guessing games of who entwines shape-shift scenes, expectant pause door to door down corridors coming up for words and air remarkably bare this waking dream almost monochrome it seems…

4. Catching the bull

As certainties slip from the grasp cloudland lifts its top  and cuckoos flee across contours, through half-closed lids the eyes compose deft as any painter of landscapes green wash of watercolour pencilling where craggy heights give way to forest darker furze slip slide into…