Sep30

Slow, sad sails, empty of all their power, Wagging through the trailing mists of morning. Quiet decks, awash with fluttering foam, Robbed of regimented hands battening Quarter hatches, holes and starlit skylights. Each cabin lost of all souls except phantoms That shift in time like the absent Bosun’s call. No hurried feet clambering the rigging…

Sep29

It’s always a loop – love. Echoing in the chambers. Her name tattooed across the night by a drunken fool who lurches into front gardens, disturbing foxes and dustbins, for some unrequited romancing and a bit of dodging father’s shoes. That name will never be smudged and the fool remains a fool, to chew on…

Sep28

Guilt is the worst motivator. It mutates good intentions into monstrous forms, Like Frankenstein’s monster. The bad bits are sewn together hurriedly In a collage of twisted, distorted limbs. Forethought, sense and design are absurd When the minority must be appeased At the expense of a majority. It doesn’t help the needful when The provider…

Sep27

In turquoise seas she plays with salty breast And rolls in foam, the sand coating her chest. Apparent ease at close up camera clicking. Paraded coyly with her long legs kicking. The waters clean her skin but not the marks And rising tides wash-up old memories Of glanced-at prints that flooded flawless cheeks: A touch…

Sep26

Ode to Being. Arise good folk that fortune passed who toil on now in gravid fields to reap the grain and end the fast with course, fine grist milled so it yields a gift of golden rising bread, laid on the Master’s table spread. Their bellies called like howling hounds baying for hunting at the…