Category Archives: Poetry

Secrets are pulling us cheek for cheek. The breath dust between us skits away, As shirt and blouse mix a cocktail, And the butter in our eyes, And the twinning of our names, And the print of skin on skin, Arc welds us. We are two wires chewing the same amps. We are sofa singlesContinue reading “Coming Together”

Fearful curtains slid aside, on capitulating hooks. The bunker bedroom blazed, scimitar hit by silent flares, from war-heavy parachutes, assassins on mass miming daybreak, dark crack troops in aim and guile. Greens and browns succumbed, to bridgehead evil fluttering, battalions everywhere at once. No wind assisted axis here, only remorseless gravity, kept helpless gardens flattened,Continue reading “Snowflakes Landing”

The gift orbits past oak giants, where outer darkness between park and fence, conceals a donation of tender growth. Through nebulous tendrils and a rough bark way, it steals in order to give, steel resolve annealed by soft reason, quiet incursion into mildew, lichen and a gently rotting larch lap gate, to find twig tipsContinue reading “Gift Of Salad Leaves”

Water Park. Lake is a writhing boil, wind-scratched agonies, chipped and chopped, knocked, bopped, torn up, squirming puddles of wild water, once level, now heaped-up pleading arms. They scud across usurped mirrors and skiffs from Tamworth Club, gash, slice, chisel, churn them up into rashes, watched by stiff marshals who wield orange power and speed,Continue reading “Kingsbury Water Park”

Water Park. Lake is a writhing weather boil of agonies. They skim across once level mirrors and skiffs from Tamworth Club gash, slice, chisel, churn them up into rashes, watched by stiff marshals who who wield orange power and speed, irrespective of the wind, tack stitches over the cuts. I am mesmerized by frantic passionContinue reading “Water Park”

Ivy and the White Tree. Ivy, ambitious strangler in order to climb, to evolution’s ignorant, ultimate, patient kill, from infantile pinch matures, a furious fibrous vice. Spiral claws grab the white tree, attitude hardening all the time, grizzled arms embrace like antibodies after foreign parts, frenzied, sustained year by year. Isostatic grip, iron squeeze, slowlyContinue reading “Ivy and the White Tree”

Cold, dark, silent, empty Owl tealight and blue Delft pot radiate frost to make room air shiver. Shag pile icicles bit feet and above, entombed in bitterness an anaglypta wall, witnesses wedding bed sweats congeal. Place is how winter fields feel and where fire smiled, ash and ashen faces refrigerate. Welcome mat invisible and BlessContinue reading “Cold, Dark, Silent, Empty”

A Bride’s Walk, by Obadiah Wallace-Lloyd. Nickname “Barney” Brief is a bride’s walk, A dragonfly flash, Love’s iridescent blink, Transient petal born of dreamy growth. Yet time hovers on our retinas, Flirts with the optic nerve, Investigates cells to Save images of silk and grace, Recall again her love lodged. She is a gliding sunContinue reading “A Bride’s Walk”

Noctuary Mottled because of mountains, a completed disc high over and above us, spheroidal satellite, dishy, awesome and radiant, stretches necks to wonder if she might fall, might fly away at warp 9, wander into our waiting room to be a guest of zoom. She suspends darkness, is Ariel, aerialist without a wire, kind ofContinue reading “Noctuary”

Sun Setting Late May dries out an apron wedge a lawn white wash, grass raked stage cloth with bright rhododendra brushed into the backdrop a wife who thinks in a chair of moulded impasto encompassing comfort and stomach full of chicken slice, garden pots, veg and earthly beer. She beams, worships, kissed by beams growsContinue reading “Sun Setting”