The drums roll…

I’m going to roll-out, drum rolls, In your heart tonight! It’s going to feel - like thunder Without; any respite. It’s going to feel like snow-fall Drifting over your soul,

Come with the throes of your lov

Come here my damsel-fly with a coupling dance Come to my bed of reeds I’ll do the romance Come on tiptoes, heart pressed to heart

Sonnet

The poet, thinking about how to write some scene describing plain working class life, invents Dave, arriving home, tea-time, tired from a day’s heavy banter, as daylight
Cherry

Why?

Taken too early.

Disapear

What do you think it would be like to disappear. To just blink, and be somewhere else. would you freak? What if someone was there? And what if there was no going back?

Fallen Idol

Skin was made of Angel dust Heart was made of stone Veins were made of broken lace Splinters were not bone. Body of mosaic Crystallised within Images, illusions echoing thin.

Two Mourning Doves

beaks pecking at each other in hungry movements feathered bodies shifting for balance
Cherry

Pie in the Sky

I’d be a vet when I grew up – him – a pilot like his dad.

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