Serpentine

Writing is a blessed curse, Imagination veils my sight; Transforming most mundane of things to figmentations of pure fright.   Winding creeper takes on fangs, Becoming Mowgli-seeking Carr, The jungle spreads beneath my feet With vipers seeking flesh to Mar.   Honey-tongued and forked mischief, Whispers of forbidden fruit Whilst over growing temples peep from … More Serpentine

When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’

For my son’s Guardian Angel   Make a rope swing, I thought, for my son: Fill sunny days with pendular fun, Thank God and all angels I tested the bough: To see if rough usage its strength would allow.   For down the bough came, my shoulders were struck: Although my blood flowed, I hold … More When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’

Room with a View

House of all seasons. All seasons, turned willy-nilly. Salt-mist crystalized one month: azure lenses the next. The entire curved ocean a stage to gaze upon. Storms were best, with their hiss and slap of surf. Sharp cracking strafe of current-honed pebbles. Bay window-watching, mug in hand. All topsy-turvy on the Buckled floor In this building slowly … More Room with a View

Cathartic

A beautiful print of many, many birds in flight hangs by my bedside. It is a perfect circle of airborne seabirds. A maelstrom of wings that swoop and soar. Countless, delicately drawn souls. The canvas is crowded and difficult to take in all at once, and yet it brings me a deep sense of calm. … More Cathartic

Blue Dawn

The birds do it right, singing in each new day. Happy, regardless of what is planned (or unplanned). I am listening now, warm in my bed. Sleepy. There’s no contest between them: There are spaces and cues between each bar. Rippling together in a murmuration of sound. Setting themselves up for the day.   © … More Blue Dawn

Seascape

A curved canvas. Full of waves and clouds. Tide-shifted sands, spun by the elements. Horizons meet beneath the tide-line. An ironic composition, when paint rubs off to reveal beauty. Love- lacquered layers of paint incited, As praiseworthy as a Ruskin landscape or John Nash painting.   Yet brought to life without hands. No, rather The … More Seascape