How often as a woman Do we bake for just ourselves? Dreaming of biscuits and taking ingredients from the shelves Piling them in a bowl with a smiling sort of hum And mixing them together Before Sliding them out, all warm and crispy brown Heavenly scented, a little treat Made just for ourselves With love […]
Tie a word to a phrase knot the phrase to a string Already it begins, the unravelling Emotions free to float blow away in the wind People who don’t write I’m not sure how they breathe With all of the darkness, they can never set free Muffled and buried they throw back a drink Eat […]
The hooks where I hung my thoughts Now sit empty, paint is clean With light alighting delightfully all along and in between My eye runs unencumbered, from ceiling to floor Ambling along peacefully the length of the hall The leftover nails that hefted images every day Could now catch me as I walk past fast, […]
The sound of insects farewelling the sun Pink Indigo Star Moon
Mother Nature is drinking tea porcelain sky pink filigree clouds Last nights stars now burning out. Paddocks are brightening Dusty grass turning gold As in splendour she tips out her sipping bowl Tendrils of sunshine warming my cheek Birds take to flight on a northerly breeze I walk on marvelling
“Move the bucket“ the voice said And I ignored it, wrote around it instead Sipped tea And the dust settled softly in drifts and droves As the cars kept driving out on the road sending plumes more dust through the paddock and over the fence and all over my home and all over the deck […]
My heart soars in flight A hawk hovers high in the dying light Deadly she plummets Closing a curtain of sky behind her The sun bows low I turn for home My dog pants happily shuffling along Unaware of the sunset Or perhaps Without words to describe it he simply enjoys the sound of insects […]
Whenever life leans in Crushing Turmoil Strain Remember The dignity of the tall gum tree The ageless serenity of the gorge Cliffs of towering power The sheer beauty inherent in nature Enfolded in a flower Remember the songs of birds The sigh of wind Trees sifting energy Releasing it in leaves that fall to the […]
Crows glossy and clean in their blue black sheen Immaculate Inaccurate Given they have likely just bounced out of a carcass by the roadside An eyeball plucked effortlessly From a dead hares hairy face Which now stares sightlessly into broad blue outer space Yet they look so damn squeaky clean – those dapper shiny crows […]
