an untamed hiker
legs followed by the body
conquering mountains
audacious and often rude
Kindness exchanged for the gifts
Snow falls on her face
Destiny has found her soft
a mirror image
The conqueror now conquered
They are both linked by the snow
Tag: love
The Belter
Oh, my beat-up heart
She tests me at every turn
sass on steroids, this one
always bossing me about
while looking at other men
never enough jewels
Oh, but I love her so much
The rare tender moments
I’m the luckiest bloke
Forgetting
dreaming of a fictional scenario
images of a socially acceptable version of myself
devouring the escapist feelings
living within a society obsessed with fame, wealth, privilege
grey hair, wrinkles, and my ideas
losing the ones who thought I was a robot, someone else
missing the signs of your love
fears dissolve into nothingness as you step towards me
forgetting society and myself
The Olive Tree
Looking for you in every grain of sand
I found you by the shade of an Olive Tree
Screaming your name towards heaven
You cannot be found amongst the bombs
Listening to the sound of the seashore
We were married to the smell of our roses
Crying over what remains of your body
I lost you by the remains of an Olive Tree
Memories
the quiet path
waiting inside for forever
the car arrives
fabric moves around her
the old church
whispers on the breeze
their eyes link
intense waves of loving
they commit
serious words of promise
together now
scents of the garden
become memories
For Emma
Touching the coffee table
Vacuuming the floor
Walking to the laundry
Sitting on the lounge
The memories of you
a mist within the house
The thoughts of you
a ghost kept by my side
The absence of your paws
a sadness in the shape of tears
Sleeping between us in bed
a dream of you here and there
Touching a photograph of you
wishing Emma all our love
The ghost of you, please linger
until we both find you again
Our First Flowers
delicate petals
a vase of dying roses and peonies
falling towards a barren, dark place
faint grey light
the flowers start their transformation
they lose their form, fresh scent, dew
empty stems
drying and fading in the dark place
transferred to a bowl with a gold lid
those dry, dead petals remain alive
if only in their dream of eternal love
first flowers
Untitled Haiku
the last of the leaves
to seethe at the sight of love
leaving love alone
The Willow Tree
by the willow tree,
meeting me there at midnight
spin a spell and
tell me what you see behind the veil
conjure bewitchment
and pull me asunder, to never return
from your love and sorrow
Mum’s Love
Someone walked over my grave. The corners of the room keep the shadows, and the dim light reveals moving things I wish I could not see.
I fear the sparrows outside as insects crawl beneath my skin.
I feel Mum’s embrace, remember screaming, and now I’m in a white room.
C & K 