a frosted windscreen
toxic thoughts are lingering
playing memories
the coffee cups are calling
this world is made for the cats
My Selkie
in the land of boys
I was a wild mountain cat
a taste for rabbits
the loch was my tap
thick forest became a bed
then her sea call came
o’er the green mountains
small to some, yet large to me
carried by her call
her call a music
my Selkie longs for a kiss
returning to man
Best Friend
a brown bear dying
uncomfortable knowledge
within those soft eyes
two lifeless lovers
fur paws touching in the snow
for the love of one
movement from below
a whimper to the heavens
meeting my best friend
no time to prepare
what the Judge will say?
puffing bold vibes
no case law found
too much commentary
legislation is clear
no positives today
a magician’s defence
they love poetry
a lil Shakespeare
continuing the puffing
the Judge glares
My Beluga
Searching the Ocean
for the pearl Beluga Whale
my precious lady
We met in the depths
a little shocked look at first
she knew no Narwhal
Together we swam
named her princely unicorn
a touch of my tusk
Coming back to me
swimming straight towards her songs
we play together
The Marrows
amongst the marrows
Deep-fried zucchini flowers
waiting to be stuffed
Anglerfish
swimming in the dark
a sweet, petite Anglerfish
thinking about life
longing for a friendly face
listlessly waiting for hugs
Moss Heart
Moss has grown between the cracks
of the path, shrouded in many Winter fogs.
My heart was lost to the sea long ago,
so I walk the path like a forgotten wraith.
Many have come to this place and died
of the fright they feel within their hearts.
My moss heart longs for death.
Longing
longing for Winter
living in the matrix of
Summer and the heat
Three Versions
in the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a lil photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
asking about my comments.
a reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seeking clarity, edit the post.
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
Wordly & eager to type,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
C & K 