National Poetry Writing Month – Day 29 You are a mistress of deception Beneath your cold white dress deep passions burn. Like a visitor to a foreign land, a novice lover, I lose myself in the swirling currents of your geothermal pools.
National Poetry Writing Month – Day 26 Night life on the edge of the canal. A solitary angler, his luminous float ready to signal a bite. This is what he wants tonight. A man walking his dog along the tow path, a gentle cough to signal his presence. A splash from the far bank. Maybe… Read More By The Canal
National Poetry Writing Month – Day 19 Last night, we counted the black holes in our relationship, drawn into a darkness so deep there was never a hope of dawn. Tonight, I will gather you in my arms like fresh fallen snow and we will begin again to count the stars. What will they foretell… Read More Two Nights in the Hind Hotel
National Poetry Writing Month – Day 13 As the sun rose, so I felt the world turning. Stepping outside egocentricity you see a different reality. I found three pebbles to symbolise this moment – circular for the sun, long and thin for the horizon, and curved for the waves of the sea. This is the… Read More Sunrise over the Black Sea
National Poetry Writing Month – Day 9 Aphrodite came to me in a dream. She told me my attempts to control love were as futile as trying to re-arrange the clouds – I could only look at them from a different angle, to see the rabbits as horses and the flowing manes as waterfalls in… Read More Rearranging Clouds
This sand poem is for you, a trace of our love. It will not be erased by the tides because you are so canute.
We were together under a cloudy and starless sky Beneath me, the grass was cool and wet Above me, your cotton top fluttered in the breeze like a flag left on the moon.