Lost

Angel

In what dream did your insect whisperings become the divine prompting of the supreme? When did your otherness give you sympathy, wisdom You think you understand by Standing apart

Birthday

My birthday would be perfect If I had cakes for tea Piles of presents with shiny paper Tied by big pink ribbons A party dress to wear with frills and...

Circus

Trees stand inside the circle Black sharp branches, rough against the sky Dark hair curling towards the streetlamp night And the trunks thrusting...
Cherry

Control Freak

The paving slabs are woven of my thoughts The coloured threads combine to make this grey Which I contemplate as I walk along Not looking up Don’t look up

The Elephant in the Room

The awkwardness of the festivities, influenced by Dali - and alcohol