Wednesday, July 29, 2015

tree womb



The tree envelopes you,
with its womb of wood.
As you step
from its enfolding.
in painless rebirthing,
I watch
like a midwife
careful of the passage.
You do not cry
as you leave
so should I kiss you
into life ?
I suppose slapping your bottom
is out of the question !

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

the passion of the sea


Rushing at the shore,
aroused by wind’s embrace,
it breaks like the peak of love.
Then, passion spent,
the wave retreats
clashing into its fellows
in the confusion
of emotion.
The wave is not the sea
but the fervour of sensation
in the shallows.
The sea is the lover,
uncontained,
eager in its salty ardour,
peaceful and tormented
in tidal psychosis.


Monday, July 27, 2015

in praise of pneumatics



I like the wind:
invisible power
bending trees,
brushing aside leaves,
exciting the sea
with white topping.
It combs my hair,
with imaginary fingers,
not asking permission
for its barbery.
Flowers genuflect
at its feet
and gulls stall
white sailed
tacking
in their highway journeying.
puppeteered by gusts.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

dervish daisies



The dancing daisies
wild dervishing with the wind
mesmerise in white.

Leaping like gymnasts
they gambol and they gamble
against pneumatics.

With a yellow smile
they jive rock’n roll antics
while the rain applauds.