Poetry – Words, words, words

Spate

White noise, brown water. She snatches sticks, tickles the grass. Do the fish think it’s a bit windy today? Is the water’s wash a gill-gale? Or perhaps it’s a firm massage A loving caress of their silky sides The river gives her children Squeezed tight by the singing water A hug that says, “Soon, allContinue reading “Spate”

Archaeology

We walked in the ashes of a city Ovens greened with ivy Olive jars full of stones. Game fluttered on cracked walls We stepped over the holes where box hedges Burned where they stood. Time stood still The olive sellers curled up cradled by ash Outside the brothel Soft arms grey and hot Breath drawnContinue reading “Archaeology”