Following the Eastern Yellow Robin

A robin’s breast of yellow bounces over a leafy trail glistening under rain glow washing the rainforest green over pungent soil, I follow, while noisy whip bird’s fire, spells, from their song bow their ricochetting whips sail spearing a rainforest echo For Dverse Poets Poetry Form: Magic 9

Stuck in the Mud

That day in the rain muddied in mind my heart beating faster than the torrents of time falling in line with my frustration A bow sliced screams from violin strings  a wagon wheel spinning aimlessly while it simultaneously sticks  in the mud of my mind  will you wait will you wait will you… wait as … Continue reading →

Raspberry Icy Poles

Could I really bring back those times of raspberry red, icy pole smiles, that would melt on to the front porch tiles. When our faces, also just as red from the summer sun striking us down, as we squinted into the adventure of an afternoon, far beyond, sticky, front steps and the creaky garden gate. … Continue reading →

The Man Who Speaks With the Ibis

The man who speaks with the ibis has no need for human trivialities he has a black, fluffy, if somewhat matted, cat who watches me as I walk by. The man hangs his washing out on the brisk autumn morning, he tills his garden during the day in the evening the ibis line up along … Continue reading →

Orion Nebula

Image by John McKaveney billowing through space luminous, golden nebula folding over and over in time a new world brewing a seething, fuming cauldron ghostly silhouettes cuddle in the dust clouds, spewing out particles and gasses, creating visions for star gazing witches adrift in the mystic is this the future or the present reflected in … Continue reading →

The Old House on the Edge of Town

‘The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,With feet that make no sound upon the floors.‘ from Haunted Houses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hidden behind bush, it stands quietly an introvert of brick and cement unassuming, not worried or despaired by views obstructed by aged gums and vines intertwined over years I weave through the path … Continue reading →

To Love in Cats

My sketch version of a Louis Wain cat To love in cats etch, draw, paint each stroke a touch of memory in the here and now carried through heartbeat down each sinew to form on paper  a connection To love in cats give love a colour with wide-eyed wonder transcending the bleak reality it finds … Continue reading →

Soar

When the eagle soars quietly, upon the skies you sit beneath, may you feel your dominion lessen and allow all control to cease. The eagle searches only for food a place to roost and to exist. He does not own, dictate or expect, he does not feel entitled, nor does he kill, indiscriminately, his is … Continue reading →

We’re All Mad Here

Under the Tim Burton tree I, Alice would sit and watch, the bumble bee buzz about the flowers. Amazed by his furry little coat and his cellophane wings whizzing in the air. My mother would sit on the garden seat, watching me, as if I were, well, an odd thing that could not possibly be … Continue reading →

Mushroom Muse

As I chop mushrooms I’m struck by their white as snow perfection unlike wild, sepia tainted fungi, pops, whose celestial bodies burst with flaws, these are package perfect , mushrooms, fit for the consumer of the perfectly shaped, perfectly white, as snow, satisfying aesthetic. For dverse Quadrille: Let it Snow