The burning shadow on the ground Freckled skin, fallen,drowned Circle still shall the auburn grove And the roaring engines' hasty drove.
Freckled sunlight in the dark Fading cosmos,the dead sky lark Heaving steps,muffled breath A colony of ants, spinning to death.
Cold feet under a frosty skyline Fallen near a smoky kiln The powdered ground under the feet And the mute alarm of a heartbeat Perhaps the weather,perhaps a friend Either together must pretend And you must do your bidding still Should they tether you ,with your goodwill.
Poisoned blood in the feet Running from the river deep Hush,the scales' crooked hustling Crack,the twigs and leaves rustling Run and bolt the door behind you,while the river hides the monster in the Nile
Dappled were the flowers that grewAlongside skeletons that rattled a fewThe dead flowers on the burning groundSaw the watchdog catapult into the bloodhoundAnd yet,the turf of green and yellow span the soilBlanketing under it,the burning turmoil.
The smoke and fumes had no fetters So, they spun them giant gutters These bolts are metal, they'll need some welding hours Smoke is easy in its fire that devours.
Familiar hauntings of a space Chattering teeth, hums that replace The freckled grin,spectacles,applewood sandwich Quiet sobs that haunted the ridge Gone like the pages that they burnt to hide The reason why the bolted doors house noises inside.
The pink from my sweater Blushed under the light As the powdered sugar from my cup Skipped its rim I asked my mother What is this sweet poison that lifts my spirits She motioned to the sky and the sky turned warm She unfurled her palms and out fell a four leaved clover She dusted… Continue reading #2 The mother
The new year light shone like diamonds Like the crystals on the frothy sea Lit by the light of a stranger's coffee gaze With eyes only for me I knew you then as a ally's ally Known only by an encounter-solitary If death be certain so be this fate That there's but one face that… Continue reading #1. Starlight
Time changes people. I knew this but somewhere in my heart,hope clung to me with its dirty wiry nails,tapping on my silk shirt as I sat in the balcony on a cold December evening. There was a faint shower that softly tiptoed on the empty streets,clad in the warm yellow street lights. My dog,Hazel yawned… Continue reading An evening spell