Turquoise Monster

Hold on too tight and you crush Let go and you lose Tether and you bind a trap Cut loose and you kill in kind

Tooth and jaw consume Hunger burns bright An orange bubble in their minds Green swirls slicing their stomachs Mostly hungry Always empty Predators of marine paradise Shadows large and fierce Hunger always

I am the cactus of the prairie I am the cactus of the plain I am the cactus of the equatorial mountain I am the cactus of the desert I am thick skinned I am spiky I am green I am beige and grey covered I am an oasis I am reaching to the sky

In the desert at night it is cold Ice in the crevices The sky is clear and dark Stars shine there How do you see them? For me time moves faster I live longer It is relative My stars are streaks I live in a blurred circle of white blue My desert My sky All […]

The theme this year is Games because of the Olympics this year – I thought it would be a good idea to write lots of poems on the theme and have gotten a bit carried away – they are all for kids and there is at least one Little Book in there. One thing though […]

Upon a Welsh Mountain Side Above a disused slate quarry Below a turgid sky In a fine hazy drizzle A monstrous pink flapping monster Perched on the edge About to take flight Fear sticks in the throat Fear jellifies the knees Fear pancake flips the stomach Fear trembles the lips But dad is there Smiling […]

Footprints in a ribbon’s stream Beads upon a string Minute leaves upon a stem They were made By a pachyderm Lifeless land this salt plain Giant evaporation pans Leaving just salt Where once sea Now desert Shimmers in reflected heat Nothing but the footprints Alone in the heat Nomadic outcast In a land Of sporadic […]

Dear friend, I love you But I am only free to say so As you are gone forever And I am married So finally I say I love you I should have told you But held my council And then things where never in the right places To say And I could not For fear […]

A sound A colour A sensation Golden dust Iridescence Candescance Shimmer

Beer in these places Bronze stags Burnished metal Chain link as fat as yer arm Wood chunky Pragmatic Blackened and scared with age Beer in glass barrels Indented in windows Handle reassuring and thick Mine has a big head Yours does not You laugh and say it’s cider