enigmatic tree
a rustle of lush green leaves
the forbidden words
Guru J
Nostalgic thoughts help the intricate cocktails go down as they recall their time with Guru Malcolm at university.
What they once brushed off lightly seems so interesting to the grey-haired group.
Once called an evil genius with a taste for Jurisprudence and role-playing, no one was safe from the Plato theatre. They once debated Capital Punishment through a conversation between Aquinas, Rousseau, and Bentham.
They laugh and consider how different their lives would have been if they had listened to Guru J.
Magical Ancestor
A calling to walk in the forest.
Hoping to find something that keeps calling back to the same wilted tree.
Taking more time now that the adults do not have the power to intervene.
Under moss and vines lay the inscription of her great-grandmother’s name – The Progenitor of Magic.
Waiting
Between human and ghost, the old one sits waiting for the inevitable.
A liminal being, he is already in a place unknown to the living ones.
His cats chirp and meow as if to say, “Hurry along, Dear. You might be tasty.”
He waits for the one who will not arrive.
Parallel Lives
To live within parallel lives.
Working diligently to find a title for a discontinued road
and
thinking about writing poetry about spatulas and kettles.
Autumn?
Autumn leaves moving
into the river vortex
Losing the Autumn
Ladybugs & Bees
The leaves rustled as the wind blew a gale through the realm.
A gathering of ladybugs hanging out in the law firms and the stock exchange, waiting for a predatory high.
Indifferent to the ladybugs, the bees like to socialise at the pub while waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Sea Stories
the susurrus sea
revealing the horizon
whispering stories
Before
Within us.
The people of that day said,
“It’s a Primordial urge that will not cease“.
We fled.
Who we were and what we knew was gone
as they round up the masses.
Whispers.
The wind whispers of what we once were
before the madness took hold.
Alfie & Mum
Pots and pans go flying as Mum chases after Alfie again.
Bloody hell, they’re always getting into it, and now she’s red because he stole some apple pie.
I want to be alone to read, but she continues to chase him, yelling, “I’ll slash yer arse if I catch you!”
Sigh.
C & K 