The light that dazzles

The light that dazzles finds within the shade A monody: seldom now it shines as if The illuminations bear no reflection And the zigzag lines that have cauterised About her spurn the splinters of the day. An old soul that sucks through dry lips, Leaning on itself, waiting for eternity. Turning she wonders why the […]

When Autumn comes

There is a time when the sun dipping low Lays a long shadow and waning it shines For one last hour basking us in its glow. Its admonition to the summer wine. And of those who know, having read the runes Sense the last fruit that ripens and flowers As the past beckons and the […]

A small bird

A small bird catches my eye. With translucent feathers He warbles in the searing heat As the boy with skin darkened By so many days as this Works beside his father In a field of wheat that shimmers As they bend and scythe. He murmurs something And the father smiles. Nothing more is said. And […]

Hunger

The bounty that I’d hungered for I gained yet spurned to dine And behind the mirrors looking I feared its crumbs where mine. Not that I was sated From life’s necessities But left the the table waiting On the plenty I could see. Yet was it I was hungry From the outside looking in Or […]

Le salon de cuiffure

Mon Dieu she shrieked, I watched him standing there, Beneath the Gogh, the suit was Weatherill. He sipped cognac (Eden de Gautier) And on his arm some filly from Brazil. You heard, of course, poor dear, she knew the drill. What was she thinking: her dress, she wore Chanel, The shoes, Vuitton, I thought were […]

Cherry Trees

I do not know what grieves me more, the slant Of light that veils the face of April snow As Cherry trees begin to shed and know Their time has passed them by, or the slow chant Among the boughs, a keening of despair For what was beautiful, so short a stay Of fragile company […]

Withered leafless trees

Withered leafless trees Clinging to old roots Sway fearful of the wind, Murmuring among themselves With dull nonsense About the rains. The doltish deceive themselves That winter is a prelude to the Spring. Have they ever learned the truth Or have they read the timeless lie And believed it true. Summer is its own season […]