We all have
Our own brand
Of functional crazy
A richness of confusion
Don’t shoot your kettle
Pigs in woodchips
Sprawled across dark water
Like the spawning moon
Don’t sleep
In the boot of your car
Mcarthys child, salmon gilding
Cold water of the brook
And duck-egg skys
I look forward to;
Gardening in Greenland
Mist drowning the sun
Hills flowing like water
And lamp lit dark
Shrapnel erratic
As a winged seabird
Licked
By a word storm
Building unseen beauty
Lingering limbs
Soft as smoke
I can’t throw
Subtle shadows of moonlight
The dangers of creation
I am reading like a poet
Are we but constructed of dust?
Remembrance poppies oxidise
To peaceful white
Pillars of ice
Cauldron Snout
Frosted
Categories:
oxidise, beauty, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse