C & K

Travelling Thoughts

A wandering mind travels so far,
admiring your mineral collection.

Will we find planets like tourmaline?

My mind travels into the darkness,
hoping we find a place as Earth dies.

You never get over that love
that eats into your bones.

Such a love remains whole,
even when only dust remains.

The Curator
of ancient cutlery admires
the knives and forks.

Awake again at 2 am,
creating worlds and having visions.

I tell myself I should be myself,
yet there are so many
words in my mixed-up heart.

I’d rather wait for another hour
for the visions of Vikings;
then sleep and dream of terror.

solitary thoughts
night moves on
awaiting dawn
thinking of you
trees standstill
a bird sings alone

soon the washing will dry
tea towels will crinkle
fabrics will crimple
shirts will be naturally ironed
soon the sun will dry the washing

A summer serenade

under the full

moonlight by the sea.

Duckies congregate
there’s comfort in their quacking
Waddling and talking

You serenade

with saucepans,

cutlery and Tupperware;

my kinda man.