first time

for jason when I touched your skin you trembled — no other fingertips had fluttered there before you caught your breath tried to still your ragged shaking I stroked your arm and kissed your eyes shut

gamelan mat matan

the notes tumble from the gongs swirling around my head, settling on thoughts like stray feathers momentarily until, breeze-like, a cymbal tickles a higher pitch and brushes it onward. Downward, inward. How can music live with The decisions of its people? The agony of...

Persephone

It was not I nor would I have it be Who kissed those lips then had them rent from me Tis not my eyes nor hand nor breath you feel It is not I who steals you from your sleep. In darkest night I whispered solemn truth Alas I spoke too soon or late or both They called...

Guinevere at Cadbury

‘an I returned, as few foretold — after all, he was the once and future while I was merely a handmaiden and much maligned at that — I went straight to our beloved spot, At Cadbury, our Camelot, expecting A roof at least, perhaps my garden, O’ergrown...

Threaded with Golden Fire

We stripped of majesty Play loud with plastic money Luminescent in its shock. We stripped of honour Crawl over balustrades, Weep over travesties, Place wreaths for rock stars, Walk over bones and Graffiti gravestones, All the while knowing That any semblance of...