Poetry | Stories | Photography
No air to tell of love and loss,
alone within your space.
Bathypelagic Sand Dollar of the stars,
you seem so diffident.
Calm and round,
you turn tides on or help a heart’s loss.
Oceans look upward,
as your face so bright lights up the night.
Quarantined on St Patrick’s Day,
Shenanigans, for one, will have to do.
Donning green and black Brogues ironically,
he whips out cheese and crackers just in case.
With a Shillelagh for the spirit of courage,
he dances alone to Celtic forest music.
Softly,
through a sea so warm moves a creature alone.
Brightly,
light from within attracts friends and foes.
Radiant
within the water, so salty sweet box jellyfish moves to emanate colour and grace.
In a trance,
under the movement spell.
Limbs of fire,
elongated shimmy swishing.
Sultry moves,
burning into the warm night.
You visualise a different person with a different life, while children on the other side of the world are visualising eating no food tomorrow.
Your identity is so wrapped up in the fantasy that your psyche becomes distorted.
A hike in the mountains calms your soul.
Birthed into poverty,
hardship and sorrow
mixed with love & joy.
Growing up was hard,
yet the desire to succeed
was strong within you.
As a politician, you embraced
egalitarianism
and social democracy.
All people deserve health care,
education and housing.
You lost every election, yet
your legacy lives on.
From deep within
her fire resides a
superheated love
ready to erupt
He sets the once
dormant volcano
into overdrive as
the pyroclastic
love suffocates
him again
and again
Too much seclusion from the terror of humanity;
Toilet paper sequestration neither deters nor hinders idiots.
As humanity leaves nature to fall, you withdraw into a cocoon of sadness. Not even the moon can console your fears and longing for love’s touch.
a pretty girl, always so calm
until he takes the piss
once too often
placid and sweet
demeanour turns
to prickles and
bristles as the
fire
flares out to
burn his skin
putting out her
fire is his favourite
pastime, which she loves so
A lover of the incendiary one,
the one who burns her shell and clears away
the old to make way for the new.
Rain doused the fire;
now green buds shoot up new life from
beneath the darkness.
C & K 