I try to think kindly of Icarus, waxed feathers and florid heat melted wax, & boiled tears he leaned into that bud of sun too far he believed & the hot rose beckoned greasing the sky with his epiphany the oily swathe of his feathered fall a grim sort of way to be a legend … Continue reading modern suns
A Curtal Sonnet The lake’s skin shifts; stolen colour and flicked light, and already, as we park, my camera craves the view. The museum’s bright shapes, provoking modern lines and beyond a gulls’ shirred cry, a wake in foamy white where a wind-surfer-cloud sheers swiftly the lazuli blue and to the north, two cranes necking, … Continue reading Easter Saturday Walk
Food delivery from Singapore wooden crates and styrofoam; powdered milk, blueband margarine in tins and meat - cuts of various sorts. All observed by kids, cats and goat and the dry ice, its pervading steam carried to a smaller. closed-in space to be enjoyed. Stage mist at home and me, the witch, over plastic tub … Continue reading Koba Kitchen
Written for Sonnet Sunday - Prompt by Experiments in Fiction I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves, but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath; eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheaves to see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakes holding arms in … Continue reading Fall into Winter (Canberra – Australia)
This is my belated submission to the challenge (by Ingrid at Experiments in Fiction) to write a spring sonnet. I must admit, I tried initially to write about my beef that it's autumn where I live and yet we still partake of symbols of fertility like easter eggs and we decorate our supermarkets with bunny … Continue reading The Olive Trees that made my Easter Spring-like
Out of the Cave 