Saturday, 28 May 2011


The weather didn't come out today.

Only rain fell like tears on my face

Before it touched the ground.

Eight magpies, white and sapphire and black

Wearing formals by the headstones

Looking to me for something shiny.

I'm here in my nightdress

You can look, I don't mind

But you can't have me today.

If you think of her, perhaps Medora

Will dance for us and shimmer.

A phantasm is the only show today.

Then in two nights, when light was high

In a dream adorned and sparkle

Jumping light to hang in poses

Held in the air, in a room alone

Everyone else downstairs.


Tuesday, 17 May 2011


Your back a clean page

Firm beneath my hands.

I spread my fingers

And feel rise and fall of slow breath

In time with mine.

But no, not your heart

To feel it beat you would be a man.

I want you my instrument

Unmoving, with legs bound.

Your back my canvas

Symbols drawn from my fingers.

You see by a feeling

That fades as it cools.

I warm you with wax drops

Red, I peel them away

The first marks.

I trace lines between them

My nails a rehearsal for a blade

Cleaning away all other sensation

But for the salt I brush in

With lemon juice I wash you.

Your arms unbound

Muscles tense to tear cloth.

I bite your shoulder

Earthy spice of sweat

Dries on my tongue.

Your arms I stroke unmarked

Slow to your wrist.

Your hands will touch no part of me

They are just for my eyes

To hold and imagine

How you will play for me

In the final movement.


Thursday, 12 May 2011

Trinket Box

A paintbox girl in the mirror frame

Hallway washed out to sepia.

Gemma is swinging the locket of Mary

She's wearing high heels

For lounge bar climbing.

A mystery of perfume

Sent from her mother

Leafing through a scrapbook of hopes

Torn from the dusting.

She leaves charms

In her way to the door

The key on a chain, hypnotising.

She's polished her girl to cut glass.

Gemma has around her throat

A silver rope from her father.

The clasp is strong

And she knows the cost.

He's welding a ring to cage her.


Sunday, 1 May 2011

If I Leave

If I leave now

I won't see you go

I only turn away from you

Not to wait here alone

For a ghost or some sign of you

That might never come.