Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Skein

A line in the sky is drawing down today
Nestled below where the berries are sleeping
A thin secret freeway from the ether to the other
Wax up your soles and shimmy down
Down to where it all converges
In the waning sun
In the golden light
In the threads that listen
Secret knots and bolts of dreams

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Seasoned kitty

If I were in my autumn season and it was a blustery morning in mid September and I was boarding the bus with a giant bag of pop cans and the bus was packed and I had to wait for several minutes as the bus lurched on while some folks shuffled to (nicely) make room for me I would take a moment once I finally settled myself seated with all of my goods to be thankful that I had the foresight to wrap myself that morning in my scarf festooned with nesting cats cats cats all cuddly and cosy in comforting muted shades of red white and blue.

Purple heart

Yesterday riding the 1
A random act of lovely
One thin bill passed from hand to hand
A tenner a purple note
Given unconditionally
The holder hopped off on the old highway road
And scooted into the A and Dub
Pappa Momma Baby
Burgers for all
Yesterday on the 1

Monday, 10 September 2012

On eleventh ...

Your wee feet hopped into high gear
And sped you safely on
Ears perked for bearings
Hind hoppers for fortitude
All the blessings of a bun bun
Hop away bun bun
stash in some grasses
Hop away
Hope you hopped away