C & K

Australian Chic

a black and white interior
smoke rings under the stars
a designer dress at home

Sparkling Merlot feelings
words spoken by red wine lips
Sweet effervescent stars

a smouldering dark gaze
effortlessly chic in the alfresco
a photo by the Hills Hoist

a shell by day
a man of flesh and blood
by candlelight

against the world by day
arriving home
in love with life by night

a love arrives
for your vespertine heart
endless night

the moon’s reflection
casting her form on the lake
a wolf steps softly

within the forest
the old gods have their options
when the humans stray
the whispering trees within
weaving their words of silence

She. A concept.
She stands over yonder. So far away.

I. A mystery.
I sit waiting by sparrows. So close.

We. Our reality.
We stand and sit in different places.

crystal clear water
They long to see Lake Baikal
vast in her beauty
The goal was to hear the ice
and to feel and to hear peace

emotional clouds
heavy with the grey of now
hiding the sunset
issues faced on Sunday night
The dread falls within the rain

heavy falling snow
serious solemn faces
outside the old church
gentle, pushed into the hearse
transported to rest awhile

the falling droplets
they increase in their number
the windscreen a blur
neoclassical engine
sounds of heartbreak and the sea

The house no one notices is where the person they call the witch lives.

Quiet, yet uncomfortably loud. That is how the world outside describes ‘the lady’.

Uninterested in the limelight, the shadows of home become her friend.

Surrounded by Literature, she is herself.