Long Thistledown Poems

With fanciful thoughts swarming like locusts,
When my mind runs bizarre, I look for a quiet spot
To sit and jot them down, not bothering if they ring or rhyme

At times, like gurgling streams, so noisy, they...

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His Velvet  voice
Rusty growl
Gentle pauses caress the veiled swell
             Her secret beneath a tailored vest
Radiant  warmth spreads
    ...

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Thistledown wus his name and sometimes he stung, well actually his stem stung. The stinkers gave him a bad name, they did! Handsome wus he. Aye, the ladies loved him. Coming near to his full...

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Life is good and serene I sit,
For I never need to question it;
There's much I know that's odd no doubt,
But nature knows what it's all about.
Could things be different than they are
When all's in place...

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The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie,
Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches.
And here and there I heard a whisper echoing:
Love her, love her, love her.

     But she seemed deaf and preferred...

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Early in the morning of 13 February 1692, in the aftermath of the Glorious Revolution and the Jacobite uprising of 1689 led by John Graham of Claverhouse, a massacre took place in Glencoe, in the...

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I don’t know
where dreams go..

Maybe they take form in the sky
a genesis of nothing but cloud castles,
building subdivision into an eternity
where no one’s ever home.

Or maybe the winds drift them through time,
lazily pacing histories progress
searching...

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The cold hands of the night crept in from the walls,
But hurts like the slave master's steel,
And still, the shivers building up around my spine stung from within my glommy soul,
Shattering my nerves and rib...

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pouring rooibos tea for no one
  but me.
    the high whistle would not
      be a sound
        if it was...

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The Queen of fairies fell asleep
upon a bed of thistledown.
And didn't notice the hours creep
as she dreamt of a golden gown.

She was to meet the setting sun,
so she waited with bated breath.
For at dusk, they...

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Blowing up
On the thistledown tail 
Dancing in grooves 
Of Vulcans palm
Printed in a horses ear
Swimming in a fish's gills 
Cleverly caught 
To be spread on butterfly wings
Shouting, “I want the sun”
Til’ our buttress burned ...

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ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING
 A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW


Shot with grape dark beauty
Perches behind my window –
My love-
Hops to tickle my heart
Skims my dream to chariot
Making me speechless
With her raw silent crop.

With a burr...

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The wild asses' rough hair 
Similar to their diet of briars and thistledown
Kicking and braying and sit down

A wild donkey was he 
Not understanding nor had sympathy
Much like the wild ass when he said,

"You do...

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