Poetry | Stories | Photography
Blue sheets in the sky
a deepening afternoon colours the sand
indigo, purple, and blue
Standing together in front of the camera,
locked in a beginning kiss
the loving tide behind
the sea towards the horizon
Reflections and vibrations
a journey to this moment of rapture
two no longer separate
standing together on the afternoon sand
Licking the inside of my lips watching the scent of her uncut flowers Blowing daffodil hair in the breeze Aching for a kiss, to be kissed such beauty in the urbanised garden Is she the witch from all of those stories? intensifying scents blur my vision She moves closer, and closer, and closer amongst the long grass, I am defenceless Gone from the consciousness of the living she is present, yet there remains nothing else The natural world appears to be vibrating I am under her spell, her control She straddled me and won't let me be free Alone in the long grass awake from a dream, or was this reality? Dishevelled and soaked my shoes have left me to feel the grass Birds sing about something Lipstick kisses on my feet and hands
fast steps, slow steps
fast steps, slow steps
a turn and saffron whirl
sipping from a warm cup
terracotta streets of warmth
the scent of perfume, flowers
tomato, mozzarella, and shallots
atop warm kneaded baked bread
olive oil flowing down the streets
cloves of garlic, olives, and cheese
caught up in the warm high tide
flowing along on food and your love
We had everything; rain-cloudy days, green grass on the hills, and the passing seasons.
Our beautiful home. Slowly and then rapidly, we destroyed all that we loved.
Now the lucky few found a new home of dust, rust, and the absence of rain clouds, season, and love.
Ivory and Rose
a soft complexion
Bathed in sunlight
warm Ivory and Dusty Rose
Lovely almond eyes
hide unexplored longings
Love moves on the wind
flowers release the scent of summer
To be your only love
scented and waiting for you to arrive
A hesitation sees you turning away
courage to speak the words
You stop, freeze and turn around
a look is enough
for me to know
Your love for me is now enough
We both grasp the things we once thought we had, those things that made our love a fire.
Since David died, you said I changed. I did. I started to write again after many years.
With each word, we move further apart until the last word we say is goodbye.
How will he be mine?
Cat-like in her scheming, a devious plan develops.
A frog lover, she thinks ‘danger’ and dresses as an Ophidian.
Slinking along in the grass, she never saw the snake.
He saw a flurry of grass, a flying snake, and the cute neighbour running towards him.
We look towards the horizon without saying a word;
you, and I know we are beyond those words.
Yet we dream, we laugh, and we think of one word;
we look, we think, and we say love’s word.
the flowers of a heart are so true
she holds them close just for you
this love is brown and wild blue,
so unabashed in her love for you
The rugged old landscape,
I ran across the moor
to see my love once more.
Again, I run across the moor.
The rugged rocky landscape,
called me to run once more.
I run along,
I run along once more,
To see my love along the moor.
C & K 