Fishing

When you are fishing, you cut yourself off from me, And the sky and the land are still. The ducks mock, and sunlight creeps in and out. Birds pipe. In the distance a train roars. A jet plane moans away. They are all far off, as if I am not here. Where then am I? … Read more

Fire Dreaming

The fire that leaps and dancesMutters in its glowing cavesThe silent shadows flutterRound the walls in ghostly wavesWe will sit and dream of summerDream of days that once have beenThe sun was bright and goldenThe grass was rich and green. The sky was blue eternalThe night was far awayWe never thought of darknessLiving only for … Read more

Sonnet to the Moon

Moon homage to Sylvia Plath

The silent centrepiece of sky and spaceSuspended just below my window frameWould give a poet pause, to fitly nameThe paralysing power of her face. This face that through my window ladles lightAnd burns away the borders of my dreams, She blazes sheet and pillow with her beamsAnd makes a mocking morning of the night. Now slowly … Read more