Dispensation

    The days that spend you subdue you like evening light, worn out hours surrendered, poured, yearnings yielded, visions bare as barren winter branches where solemn birds alight to pick clean last colour from brittle bone.   Then suddenly, from nowhere and everywhere a flush of sunlight shakes the boughs awake. rifling rays fray … More Dispensation

The Enlightenment

  It’s okay to still believe. It’s okay to cup your hand in that ancient stream. To flex and strive, admit defeat. It’s alright to yield, to beat your wings upon a fleeting sheet of sky. To sail on still the silent seas. Leave fallow fields, to go to seed. To sink roots deep, plunge … More The Enlightenment

Heron

  Your wings arch and rise. Beneath such tides the world is silenced.   Observant, the clouds roll back a parchment scribed with prophesy I can’t translate.   Your eye, dart sharp, immaculate, clear as a lake reflecting granite sky. Your dull plumage brims with a universe of stars.   From marble plinth, brink you … More Heron

A Mother

  I carry the restless, unfulfilled desire and the overflowing cup in one hand, a child in the other. I carry the abandonment to sleep, the heaving chest, the heavy eyes, the weight of dreams, on my back.   Blossoms bloom from sepal shaped shackles that still flowing streams. My leaves fall awake in cold … More A Mother