Read MoreI hear her song in the wind,
fragile bones
boxed in Worthing,
scratching for reburial
and a new prayer.
Read MoreHands that knew how to channel the sap
from fresh wood, as sweet and sticky
as dark forest in the rain.
Read MoreThe salt spray licked your face
as you sailed in search of
the land which held your fate
Read MoreI sang
dragon songs
to raven trees
as blood clouds
lit up the sky.
Read MoreI waltz as a queen,
wearing your cape now,
twirling old apron strings,
like Nana’s ballerina.
Read MoreJump for joy
and chase the jabberwock
deep into the dark
of the forest
Read MoreNo longer does he
hurl rocks
down into the Agean Sea,
sinking ships
before they ever land
Read MoreI am lizard,
I am snake
I am winged worm
moon mother.
Read MoreMy finger of Yod
pointed East
to a land
of winged serpents
grinning
in their song time
Read Morewe struck out across the peat bog
to the snug pub in Fionnphort
where musicians sang and beat the drum
Read MoreThe bright Snow Moon
shines its cold light
illuminating a bitter shadow.
It was Adam who betrayed Eve
after Lilith had the sense
to walk away.
Read MoreChi In is my monkey.
He is from the earth,
from the heart of the forest,
summoned by Yuriskali,
my old, wise Siberian shaman
in her hut.
Read MoreThe one-eyed man
told the log lady
to go into the heart
of the forest
where the magician
would be waiting.
Read MoreThe dog-howled
moon sets low
as you brush
my hair
from your face.
Read MorePlush velvet seats fringed
with the taste of your flesh.
I can see through to
the second and third courses
Read MoreI smell of fox.
I smell of wolf.
I smell of stale, cracked blood.
Read MoreYou can hold the whale bone now:
the teeth, the jaw, the tail;
these are bones of giants,
these are my bones.
Read MoreI know you with my gutter heart,
cut into the cobbles, foaming
with street water, yet
still reflecting the brightness
of the hot Mexican sun.
Read MoreI broke a glass
in the kitchen
fetching water.
The blonde god
came to help,
whispering in my ear that
he would wait
until dawn.
Read MoreFrom its delicate shell
emerges the most beautiful
Firebird. The wren is transformed
with golden flame feathers,
flecks of the sun glinting across her back.