Category: Poetry

At the sign of the fish

what lover felt that landing a fish locked for aeons could vouchsafe the course of true love; a creature gasping by the watery wayside declaiming empty-mouthed without fluidity of feeling depths of emotion or is it the signature of Jonah harbinger of peril three…

Cold feet

Oh! the times we’ve sat here enjoying the silence, sunshine and views over the aboretum. To plant a tree for every year of our being together, that was the plan, but instead I planted one in your memory. Now our special seat looks like…

Verse: amber