Monday, June 04, 2018

Poem: Fool

0: Fool

As long as I wore the glamour
I could fool myself
that I would never fall.

The daydreamer's mantle
protects one from being taken seriously,
you know?

Some day, not long,
it grows heavy with the weight
of misunderstanding.

The fall is inevitable,
it is only the manner of landing
which is in question.


From Showing My Hand
~ Autumn Equinox 2017

Sunday, June 03, 2018


My first collection of poetry...
XVII: Star

Tell me,
my dreams,
which of you are true?
Which celestial spark points North
and leads me to my cave,
my court,
my stage?
And which is the lighthouse,
warning of the shallows
where sirens live?
Where do the rivers
of sleep lead?

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Poem: For Mari

Moonlit Mari, 
 of the white ocean foam, 
 hoof beats riding, 
 carrying me home. 
Light in the darkness, 
 bright against night sky, 
 spinning like a Sufi, 
 as your laughter flies high. 
Moonlit Mari, 
 in the fullness of your prime, 
 blessed voice ringing, 
 through all space and time. 


Thursday, November 01, 2012

Halloween Musings

Deep magic this time
Through Samhain flames
But pumpkin light
Holds Glitter and games.
Transforming through play,
To balance dead ones named,
With sparks of sugared-light.
A kiss of whimsy
Communities share
In the spirit of wonder at play.
It cracks the edges
Of sophistication
For Sophia herself to return
Eldest Sister
Youngest Soul
Through laughter grows.
We slip our skins
Masked, bedecked
In our true faces
Or one to try...
For a night the veil thins
Between what is proper
And what is allowed
And the child-spirit within
us can spread it's wings once more...
Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The New World Floods - Draft

Somewhere across the pond
Two winds meet
Water rises over edges
Defined for so long as forever
The New World floods

We worry, this side
Powerless against power
So vast dictating what shall be
Lives upturned
The New World floods

Thinking we are atop the chain
The peak of nature
We forget and are reminded
Of Her dominion over us
As the New World floods

Many places have met Ocean
Within my memory
Each time sending ripples
Through our comfort
As their world floods

How can we do other
Than what we do
Even seeing how fragile
Solid ground is
As our world floods.
Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Songstress

Sifting through journals, uncovering memories, hopes, lists of ideas that just might form a ladder to carry me from the muck I felt mired within... I find poems, songs, snippets of beauty and moments of experience stored in rhythm and rhyme. Pieces of time in shapes that tell tales of myth mixed with the mundane. When I don't write stories... I am songwriter.

How many roles do we keep hidden from ourselves? Things we do that we forget, deny, disbelieve?

What shall come of this?

Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Creation is like a sun shining from the heart...

The sunlight soothes my skin, scent of a green, green land playing in the air.

A bee bumbles past as I lay lazily, brush in hand, stroking the paper into colours.

Words come, unbidden, as the image emerges and my pen pours ink onto the page, spelling out the words, the spell, to capture the feeling.

How words and images reflect each other, like twins, Dionysian movement, Apolline images, dancing together.

I am reminded of Blake, who I have often strived to follow, inspired by the seamless blend of pigment and print.

Walkers wander past, voices loud against the hush of the slow summer which sneaks into my valley. Traffic in the distance, not so far from here, but still worlds away, does not burst the bubble of my beauty-brushed-blessed-being-of-the-moment.

I am here, bathed in light, warming in the sun, warmed from the sun within which feeds on the fuel that is joy. Joy, like a sun in my heart, shining in the light of the sun in the sky, overflowing through my hands and onto the page.

How can I share this moment with you?

I breathe up, a prayer of delight, of gratitude, of beauty.

I talk of sun and warm and light, of joy overflowing and green green grass... and still I wonder, can you feel it?

Can you feel the heat, the flames like liquid gold, pouring out from my heart into beauty, being fed by beauty, a circle of love for the world?

My heart opens and love pours out.