Tag: red

Red blooms

A poem inspired by the first line of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Tulips’

Unready

“Her nights are full of the red teeth of death” Jim Harrison she mutters prayers most nights tots up the blessings, misgivings and should haves summons some less-forbidding  angels for comfort and tasks Azrail to attend as messenger to The Source, with her sincerest words: “I… Continue Reading “Unready”

the quickening

it matters not these stinging raindrops winter’s outrun; the pursuer alights – an insurgent swift as leaping flames roots rally in the rot of litterfall waning embers of smouldering golden reds the ice has given way and fires subside around March, when winds blow by… Continue Reading “the quickening”