Mt Ainslie Saturday Morning Mouldy mountain, clear sky above A cloud’s embrace, the wettest love Duck the hug and miss the scene droplet’s wink and boastful green Timid trunks swim through grey but treetops brush the damp away Mouldy mountain, clear sky above A cloud’s embrace, the wettest love Written for Grace's dVerse Poetics prompt … Continue reading #dVerse Octelle
Tourist Without a Dictionary Beneath every mountain is a map flung but unsung by ravensong or the witchcraft of breeze-saying. When we walk, breath coarse as ice flow from this snow-crusted air, I stop on thigh-sore’s pitch and turn to the view. There it is, the sprawl of our city, roof-tumble and tree toss and … Continue reading Twiglet #290
The girl with polka dotted wellies is shin deep in garden cavorting in a pine bark sea because under the tip, flip, drizzling it’s a four inch day. My plastic tablecloth billows and the carpark's running downhill - gravel rush and mud skin... and there’s the bob-gloss of umbrellas and a three foot leap with … Continue reading Four Inch Day
Feeling stupid after an email conversation, I go out to exercise the dog. The oval lies over-sheened with western sun. Light billows like a sheet, particulate and all-pervasive until I shade my eyes. The dog scoots, mostly ignoring the ball which I throw for my own exercise, walking on and to pick it up and … Continue reading Warp & Weft
You caught me stealing at dusk limes from our neighbour’s tree; they were yellow and cold. but you with your lilac smile you dangled, fishing-line easy pilfering light from a company of unrisen stars. I ducked inside cheeks pink as the froth of clouds but you smarmied on, shameless as Fagan It's little consolation knowing … Continue reading Slaves of Citrus
Shoal Cloud periwinkle stars quilted and filtered squamous morsels light the tickled sand shadows twine and splice scales' pleated sheen a thousand bright flecks forming the dark fish shoal cloud rides the tide’s skin blowy as bird feathers carapaced in silver then surface whips white tipped fin & flip unfolding the eloquence of sharks written … Continue reading #dVerse Poetics – Fractals
indigo brooms gather sea and sky into giant opals, their sprawl and gleam between hoop pines' earnest green even in the lens, light ticks here like halyard snap this beach of white, a glittering bosom spinnaker unfurled I'm whip blind crouching in the rip of sand stars hitchhiking - the spitting wind whittles to one … Continue reading Photography on Whitehaven Beach
we’ll sink the mountains from above close in on this dark jungle - white sea foam and blow-fingered palms that gesture in the topping breeze disparaging the sky all night on and on the staccato drum gentle as penury, these bloodless coins tropical and fat dousing the grass flying night, we’re starless, and full of … Continue reading Song of a Whitsunday Raindrop
Winter Festival I feel safe hereamong footprint clouds where the lanterns spirala wind trodden sky walking flames andall that is blown in smoke's waveris not undone the shadows of childrenour little heads shape my lifecurving as the moon dark on darkvestigial beauty Inspired by Misky
Holding the Sky this windward evening rests green and purple... the suppuration of cloud hearts permeates permeates grey tree skeletons and the clack clack of their shadows scything through the grass. winter dusk is perfect as a pantomime face - summer’s stolen apricots thick on her eyelids I turn to cross the road and see … Continue reading #MTB dVerse “Moralising”
Out of the Cave 