Sunday, July 19, 2009

Wish to Dance

The mermaid has swallowed
the ocean. No ordinary child,
her thighs are deep in the sea,
juicy fish meat, scaled with salt.

Songs sob from her lips
in wordless croons
over the slip of tides.

She has sold her tongue
to the sea witch
for ten pearl toes.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

tomatohead

my tomato brain
spits seeds green

with envy green
as my eyes

undeveloped
by sun

supported by
stakes

concealed amongst
strangled vines

red
will expose them

irradiated
into ripeness

culled by bird
pecks

grub
gobblers

my green seeds
seek

escape
from red

sleep

sleep
with your day head dreaming

dream
of bronze sovreign gleam

wrapped
in a glass casket

wish
for the prince to kiss

iron
axe will shatter

need
in seven seamless layers

wake
upon the crescent star of morning

know
you have not reached air today

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

found an old poem

while looking through my files:

Without Ravensong


Raven's used to nest here once,
beaks full of lucky coins and sunshine.

They'd play for hours, dip and twirl,
then curl against my breast and rest.
Tell stories to the pearl moon
of daytime colours which night light
turns to grey.

Tales of children crouched beneath flailing fists,
of beds pressed against virgin doors
while angels hail, suspended beyond the window,

they wove a rainbow corona around the lunar orb
but now my ravens have flown away into the solar burn.
The moon is torn asunder and bleeds silent rivers
over my skin
scored with ravensong.