•September 12, 2014 • Leave a Comment
carries the quick salt reek of the bay
where we drew in the sand with
pitted twists of heather root,
things we had to stamp-out
hours before the tide
returned to hide the truth of days.
somehow condensed through
the foaming line of breaker
formed a crossing out,
a swift correction.
but in the hole quartz points
scraping a shadow,
in every glance a sharp truth.
•March 18, 2014 • 3 Comments
Twigs pout promises:
Teeny green kisses, bud-mouthed.
They shake supple backs at the hills-
Over there~ downs paragraph the skyline
In chunks of bluey woodland
where we walked.
Slate folded the valley into a dappled concertina
as I folded you,
to await a warmer spring.
2014 copyright Beeskiffle/ebby.
•March 15, 2014 • 1 Comment
Brittle rust~petals blindly ::blink:: in joints
the smoothboned sweep gone gritty from foil flowers,
their perfectly perforated edges
griptoothed and fiercely hungry
Jailors. Losing their g.r.i.p
They delight in doubt, gorge on its fattening flesh
each gobfull (swells) their softening clamp-grip
through ragged dreams
and quietly closer
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