Catch the water
as it shimmers
in springtime sun,
throwing diamonds
in joyful
kisses of light.
The thrill in a heart
to witness
this manifestation
of gems
after the shadows
and depth of night.
Dancing diamonds
give way
to long rays
of slanted sun,
painting the lake
in a quieter gold.
The peace in a heart
to witness and know
from the centre of
Sun, Earth and human heart,
diamonds spring.
Love is the only gold.
The strangest things out there
catch us unawares.
Spring shone in her skipping step
and bright, daffodil-streaked hair.
A soft frame of petals around a
ready rosebud smile,
I felt the warmth of softest sunlight
when I saw that child.
She stays with me today,
and I wonder, from what world is she from?
One with apples on lush branches
and cascades of lilting bird song.
Not this one, surely, grey
as a pearl-less winters day,
yet this earthly dove
has made me remember love
and the sun breaks through a cloud
and the morning chorus sings loud.
She will make the world her home
turn molten hearts from stone
teach us summer’s power
to walk the world a-flower
and suddenly the cost of
all the world has lost
seems likely to be repaid
all because of one girl, that day.
What if we breathed
as if the air
were sacred?
Each breath would be
a gift,
a kiss of precious life.
What if we danced
as if the earth
were sacred?
Each beat of her bones
would teach our hearts
what it means
to be loved.
What if we spoke
as if words
were sacred?
We would not waste them.
They would be blessings.
What could I say to you then, but
LOVE.
If we skip forward
with starling hearts
we will breathe in
white blossoms
of Hawthorn tree.
Magpies flapping
in shallow, bright
pools will throw
rainbows
to you and me.
Let’s skip forward
with starling hearts
and journey with
buttercups
together in light.
Swooping swallows
will catch our breath
and bring us from day
to silvery night.
I thought we could all use a cheerful poem, may you skip in the light, dear readers.
I stretch
outside
feet soft
on grass
roots grow
deeper.
My fingers,
leaves in
blue sky.
I am imperfect
my thoughts
don’t make sense
my heart
rebels sometimes
I don’t know
how to
love
perfectly
breathe
perfectly.
All the blades
of green life
beneath my feet
are different –
in none is there
symmetry.
I am green,
growing
and my roots
are deep
in this nourishing
earth.
I love
I love
I love
It was a long journey
just to get back
where I started
but the circle
was not without
a point.
A thousand times
I stepped
a thousand times
my feet kissed
the Earth
and she kissed
me back
in rain,
growing the
flower
of my heart
until I
only
knew
love.
Inked arms
curling like
incense smoke
around
my heart.
I pray in kind.
He traces
his map
on my skin
where he had
been
dark places
and lost
and how he
only had
a candle –
all this
he draws
onto me
as I breathe
his spiced smoke
and take all of him in
– all
until the prayer
is answered
and I read
his tale
over and over
inked
on my skin.
Hello readers,
I have a flash fiction story up on Page&Spine magazine this week. ‘The Freedom in Me‘- read it for free.
And tonight’s poem- Storm Petrels. Thanks for reading these and may you be safe through storms.
Black petrels,
knife-winged,
sear through
storm clouds,
breaking the
sky
with flight.
We, softer
must stay,
wrapping our
arms and legs
entwining
into one
starfish.
Great wails
of wind and the
sea overturned
carries unknowns
across our
fragile shelter.
Between tridents
of lightning
and the blackness
of oyster-deep
pearls
we press our
hearts together
creating a moon
between our hands
fingers pointing
north.
Along with
driftwood, kelp
and shells,
the petrels land
in a bright morning.
We, soft, stand
on shore
and begin our
flight
hand entwined
in hand
pointing north.
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