in the wood

January 30, 2021 § 11 Comments

that liminal edge

where my skin thins and i lose my edges

no longer i

~

Axe

August 9, 2020 § 4 Comments

 

The axe head has been here

four thousand years

thereabouts

 

exposed in the pile of spoil

when we dug

foundations for the rose garden

 

i picked it and said, ‘now you belong to me’ thinking

should I keep it on my desk as a paperweight

or on the mantelpiece over the bressumer with the witch’s bottle?

 

i called the archaeologist

‘they’re quite common,’ he said

so i put it on the wall under the half grown medlar and forgot

 

the roses tangled over it

and the ghosts who live in this old house whispered

but i will not tell you what they said

~

 

 

 

her dead brother’s shadow

August 31, 2017 § 3 Comments

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her dead brother’s shadow

slips out

of the folded napkin

~

in sympathy

December 29, 2015 § Leave a comment

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during the squabble

the

white

rose

he

gave

her

drops all its petals

~

breathe

May 5, 2014 § 22 Comments

 

Image

trouble with haiku

and that darned 5-7-5 rule –

you run out of syll…

~

Photo courtesy Michael Sheehan

crow

April 15, 2014 § 2 Comments

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trout in otter’s jaws

crow watches

hopping

hopping –

a lonely dancer

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Image courtesy Ian Brooke

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