C & K

Whiskey and Smoke

A hint of flesh
beads moving like waves
Sandalwood

Soft jazz music
Whiskey and smoke dreams
seductive beauty

In a secret coral location, the cephalopod intelligence committee meets every month on Wednesday at 7 pm sharp.

On the agenda, this month is a spy who infiltrated a group of elite Squid, a terrorist octopus, and an uprising and subsequent bleaching of coral.

dusting off the hurt
washing away the sadness
drying salty tears
you, a quiet resilience
walking with courage and love

Alone in the desert. In the darkness, I knew you had passed.

Whispers of what was never said and echoes of what could have been.

When you died, I felt terrible sorrow.

You always wanted me to be, not to be what I am and what I must be.

Now they are only words.

Colourful coral
the tentacle of a playful octopus
Colourful fish

What once was love

Bleached coral
The absence of octopuses
Bloated fish

What love now remains

In the sea of love and loss
where perceptions alter understanding
we laugh and cry underwater

A dancing teapot
The cat speaks about a fly
A haze moves around
The brownies were magical
Floating with a tea cosy

Wind moving the grass
Winter sea waves on the hills
Walking within waves

Keeping the silence
Silent controversial words
Hiding all my words
Cracks appear in the silence
Words begin to pour away

A straight division
Once we had hugs and kisses
Now pillows divide
When did we put up the fence?
Lamenting what we once had

a comb from long ago
black and white photographs of ancestors
looking at what was and what might be
a kindred familiarity

a plea to the heavens
reboot my life so that I am not related to these people
looking in the mirror and seeing my mother
using “the voice”.