Take my hand in a firm grip
Lead me from the grey concrete sadness
Fire me out forward into
wild beauty of expanding treetop light.

I find my place here, floating
Flying like Superman (though I can’t save the world)
Six senses tuned to thrilling harmony
An n-dimensional mental laser light show.

Spectral spirals twinkle down
Feather-falling into a luminous pool
Softly, gently they merge
And I follow them down through the weightless depths.

Swathes of velvet fire
stroke me with calm green and blue.
Jagged red-gold icicles
Aimed and quivering, punch the air…

Pinprick swords cut brilliance!
Liquid light erupts and swoops and leaps!
Photon sculptures dance through me
In electrifying kaleidoscope embrace

I have surrendered myself.
The fireworks soften without fading
Slow me, calm me, smooth me out
Lower me gently onto a sunlit grass carpet.

Truth Eyes

Screaming crashing flashing
surging drumming thundering
soaring diving…
Skyward hands and raptured face
Truth eyes gaze unmoving from this frame.

Dragging me under and I don’t want to fight it
Then lifting me up and carrying me
but not like waves
In the other direction
like a rip
But I’m not going to swim to the side
like I should.
I’m going to let the warm sea wash me away.

Truth eyes gaze unmoving
A captured instant shows
Makes me shiver
Led on a rope (gently)

(First published in Heartland)


The tree in my neighbour’s yard
is awake!
The breeze fans her,
sends purple sparks springing
out and down.

The tree in my neighbour’s yard
is green, grown, beautiful.
Curved, supple, tempered and strong.
She answers the warm wind with a quiet laugh.
Her speech is smooth. She does not blush.

The tree in my neighbour’s yard
is moulting, dissipating.
The wind loosens leaves at intervals.
I never see the break: only
one second, the fluttering;
next, the whirling.
I can’t pinpoint the instant of death.

The tree in my neighbour’s yard
is skeletal.
Her structure groans in the icewind.
Gravestone or ghost?
Purple buds wink.

(First published in Pixel Papers)