Beetle – Nature Poem
The beetle of this poem is a creature of reality. I encountered it four years ago at Mahon Falls and knew then, it would become inspiration for a nature poem. I had never seen a creature like it; satiny black, resoundingly present. I could almost hear it hum. Standing at the crossroads between summer and…
The Line – Poetry of the Sea
To lie on the line between sand and sea will not be enough, will not express my homesick longing for this one shore.
Wounded Boat – Poem
He kneels in the twilight, spinning moon disc hot with the surgical grind of steel, the bleed now sparking sickness, weeping fire from the fountain wound.
Daisy-Chained Summers – Poetry of Childhood
Over long, daisy-chained summers I wondered how an imaginary horse might move, I took on the actions, my hands were the hooves, my feet made the noise and as I galloped, friend after friend joined me, became a parade.
Onstage Story, Part 2 – The Mask of Ophelia
“Now.” The word signals the start of the rescue operation. Leonardo swoops on the foundation, measuring out the exact amount required for each cheek and for Martha’s high forehead. He dots, blends and expands, taking the reddish hue from her skin, replacing it with a pale sheen: the mask of Ophelia.
Backstage Story, Part 1 – The Mask of Ophelia
The Mask of Ophelia The Mask of Ophelia is a short story set in the theatre, written at a time when I was writing a lot of stories and flash fiction and not so much poetry, believe it or not! Part 1 tells the Backstage Story, where Martha, (who has been cast as Ophelia), awaits…
Japanese Dragon – Flash Fiction
He has a gold smile and a bell at his throat. He guards me as I write. He was a present from Japan – a place I have never been to, never will go to. I am no traveller, yet, I am drawn to delicate portrayals of Japanese life: a bridge, a hut, bright flowers.
Sky Spirit – Micropoetry
Sky Spirit is a piece of micropoetry about the ghostly, magical effect dew can have on dandelion clocks and grass. It aims to capture a line of communication extended by nature. I wrote it some years ago and have given it a little polish for a new audience. Enjoy! Sky Spirit Micropoetry It could have…
Love Song – Poetry for Dylan Thomas Day
As we lie in the swan neck of spent love, my hands play the ivory rush of your skin, summer smooth, petal keys sound out the first chord.