Tag Archives: 2010

summer solstice (21 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

she’s reaching for her shadow
pulling it as a veil slowly
slowly covering her shine
the veil touches her womb
and stained red
it bleeds darkness into the night

I come to see her awaken
to reflect her light
to see her silver sickle grow
and the shadow of blood wane

I see her in the water
broken cascades of silver
as each wave holds her up
as each wave rolls in

I open and she opens
a sickle turning to a basin
the basin overflowing
into the roundness of a fertile belly

the red shadow has gone
the goddess arrives
it is her time
the pink quartz crystal
softening the surrender into
our own shadow

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silence (11 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

if I could give you something
it would be a gently pressed finger
to your lips

you’re full of stories
they catapult you through life

I want you to know
I love your ways

and I want you to know
that when I still your lips
it is because I revere silence
as god

my place (11 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

the wind has a beat
the house a drone
the birds use it as a blackboard

we sit on the floor as students

noise (11 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

I’ve taken you out of your house
and into mine
there’s no radio, no tv

I don’t ask you how you are
because I know you are full
of noise

this is why we are together
I know what it’s like to have something
life can be defined by

And I know too you want to find
boundless moments

off centre (17 Nov 2010)

14 Feb

there’s no centre from here
a rope tightens
and my throat burns
bile in my breath
old ideas, the fumes of past relationships
I inhale the
addiction
hooded insanity carved into words
and strung round my neck
I am identifying with pain

the wheel (16 Nov 2010)

14 Feb

In the dust of his words, I feel

I feel churnings of sadness
gallop through my body
the ache of dry land.

I feel myself stand up
tired muscles from holding
yesterday together.

I feel … a wheel …
strong, wooden
spokes

reaching out
like they define an outer space

turning and experiencing
the ground, the sky
life
is ever-changing.

In his dust I feel it all.

I feel the earth and the sky separate
I feel the earth roll backwards
I feel the open earth

inviting the light in
I feel something warm and unyielding –
resting quietly

fairly unnoticed
a still point
a wheel turning the experience

I feel a finger hot as irons
point to my heart –
don’t let this close! she demands

digging (16 Nov 2010)

14 Feb

Yesterday I thought peace
lay at a depth that took
unceasing labour
to unfold

like a flower pealing back
a bulb finding light
a snake losing it’s skin

dying into a deeper shade of myself

When I went digging yesterday
I kept on uncovering
I kept on uncovering

I kept on uncovering

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