Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Why you're here

For Jo. 

Remember that burning ambition:
the kind that puts Lady Macbeth in the shadows,
where you write and
write and write and
don't stop until you quench that thirst,
where writing fills a void
and feeds a hunger
and blankets you in softest fleece while
rocking you to sleep.
Like a song that gives your heart wings to fly,
or a line you read that speaks right to you,
like the love that gives us hope and comfort and home.
Blessed with a skill to imagine
where others stay on the treadmill of monotony
you give,
give life and words and concepts
sparked from nothing else but you.
Honour your mind and its ways to make,
by sitting at the canvas armed with
your bow and arrow.
Remember why you're here,
a towering oak, weathering the dry spells and
indulging in the lush rainfall.
Emerge, dew-fresh from the fallow time, newly reborn and
ready to create again.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

All those things

The low slung moon breathes 
peppermints on you, 
while kissing our shoulders with a whisper of ice. 
The bloom of night grows slick and copsed with the burr of 
nestled birds sleeping, finally, 
but not you or I. 
The warm day swept aside 
for a sky as chilled as a glass of milk, 
you drop peppercorns of thought. 
We dissect the day, its highs and lows, 
that honeysuckle we smelled on the parade, looking 
out to sea with ruffled hair and 
glossy eyes. 
We talk about health and love 
and all those things 
that hold us close at nights like this, where 
summer starts to die, to shrivel up too soon, 
and there's nothing left to do but stand under the moon; 
a frosted mother who gives 
a sour glance this way and that 
but equally keeps us safe, us mortals, 
us singers of songs and writers of poems. 
The night is giving birth to sounds that we don't know, 
or care for, 
and a fox locks eyes with you and makes us think of home. 
Arm in arm we slip away from that druglike call 
of the glowing orb that gives us our tides. 
Home, now, where the foxes can't reach us, and the soothe 
of blankets 
breathes into us new life.