September 2011
5 posts
water
melts
morning
mugs held
braced
for the rush
mind the winds
she said
be in touch
in the dark
glittering sparks
come out of eyes
when you push
a cosmos comes
petals swimming
ultraviolet underwater spinning
down the cave to the sea bed
hangs
the shining orb
in the light-blue world
framed
by cracked paint lines
a lamp burns behind
lies the shining boy
sings
down
the forest bed
holly sticked I go
between you webs
choking a downed oak
tree
we shake
in the kingdom’s ripple
up-down
a little
we fall again
babies
to the soil
