(a hen) she is black in the way that a green flame burns black and in the way a night sky is radiant and on her breast flecked feathers, fringed with fawn slip against each other seductively in the garden she steps onto a brick, extends a scaly claw behind her and each wing downwards, … Continue reading The Matriarch
In taut arabesque and sterling trim you hold the light. Pointing leaves exalt your luminescence, moth-quiet, whispering “manna manna”. You show me elegance in the rain. Resilient dancers, your merry tutus sway ivory tendrils in canopy’s sunlit pantomime. And then, cocky-flung and homeless, you celebrate rebirth: the gates to soil’s womb. Written for Miz Quickly … Continue reading Eucalyptus Mannifera
1) I have tried hairlessness the way it takes from my profile those silver edges. Mammalian softness. 2) The bannered dog sells beauty like shampoo his coat in glorious shuffle Galahs in fearful flight. 3) I walk in the race of cloud shadows wind like falling card houses. Frantic ant highways. I watch my feet. … Continue reading Chorus
(the best place for a bee) a cathedral the ceiling incandescent tangerine webbed with translucent veins in liminal reds and oranges this cocooning space clad coolly in rubber-like sheaths opening full impetuous lips to the tossing blue here the bee's humble palace Reposted from January 12, 2021 for Miz Quickly's "Best Place" Prompt
Regard today’s plumage pigeon grey and unleashing iridescent swabs of cats-eye yellow and powder rain’s dry sweep. Behold the choral flowers singing sky echoes: magnolia goblets gulping sunset purple and photinia clouds, their beached wave like storm impending, recasting battered light. Beneath the elm tree unclung butterfly clusters swarm to earth, a coloured shadow, and … Continue reading Nature’s Art
(Pink Floyd - "Wish You Were Here") oil - sinewed rainbows rafted up to swirl and giggle riding high on the nausea of a fatty sea your blood’s dark swig sucked and spat your prehistoric core birds in Brylcreme slicked sick I hear them weeping yet I sleep on bubbled in glass so far away … Continue reading Two Lost Souls Swimming in a Fish Bowl
Like the moon how its blushless circle turns sun’s dread glare back in silver wonder… so watch the papadam grow proud against slam fisted heat. Written for msjadeli's dVerse Open Link Night #293 prompt. (Belated) Edited 3/10/21
September ended with a midnight storm. I lay and listened to the sky tear itself with the angry shear of cotton sheets and the rain chorus mixing solo ticks with the great and beautiful roar of a million life affirming voices I love September although spring brings the anxiety of summer. I love the blossoms, … Continue reading September Summary
Written for Frank's Haibun Monday at dVerse - topic: Writer's Block Sometimes an idea flares in the brain – spontaneous combustion – and it’s big and bright and I bask in its wonderful glow. But when that’s used up, it’s easy to think that every idea will be like that – intense and consuming, shimmering … Continue reading Spark Blindness
All the signs of spring I'm seeing: like spilled ink, the green is fleeing; trees in blossom; young birds tweeing and the bees are busy beeing. Up, the mercury is treeing and the grass growth it is spreeing and you can't but help agreeing that the bees are busy beeing. I think that I might … Continue reading Busy Bees
