If a handkerchief could speak. Part One.

I am now naught but a party piece of the new governor of Cyprus. Stained.  Passed around like a whore in a tavern. Devoid of dignity, pride or ownership. Yet once I was a talisman of great import. My maker poured all of her essence and power and wisdom in to me, and gave me…

Panacea

I had forgotten the joy water. The corkscrew spiral plunge with All the world spinning. Everything suspended- within that half-light Rippled murmuring. It is the lifting, weightless immersion. Embraced by cerulean. Lying prone on cool tiles and gazing at a world calmed, However briefly. Flying swooping gliding. As a heron hangs in the air. In…

Horse Power

Thumping to life with A growl. A Primal Scream To rival Howard Marks clearing his throat. The very name of it a statement. Musk- visceral, aggressive. Tang- sharp and  lingering. Low-slung and swinging in to a turn, Like Summer jeans sassily worn. Drawing every eye and ear and Mind- to imagine what it would be…

Sink

There is a place inside my head. Within my body. Behind my eyes. It is real. A pit of cloying sand that drags at me. From nowhere. To struggle is to be pulled faster. To fight? Meaningless. So I sit. No, no screams. The stuff fills my mouth. Turns my hands in to useless Spades….

At Sue’s

It was the lamps of all shades. Pockets of glowing warmth, like beautiful lit caverns. The dark wood corner cabinet with its carved owl. Instruments bathed in deep green by That willow tree beyond the sliding door. The ornaments that begged questions. A bowed bookshelf with racy titles proudly placed. His portrait. The quiet, watched…

Mirage

The air shimmered with heat, rank with the sharp tang of cacti and dessicated earth. Shapes flowed and flourished everywhere, both in stone and plant. Not a garish hue in sight. All sage, sorrel, ochre and white. Above all white. Soothing, glowing, framing everything else. Pots, bricks, tiles- all took on a pleasure and life…

Pinpoint

I looked at my dog-eared road atlas today. Battered. Only turned to in lost, driving  desperation. I happened upon a page, with a red dotted line. Felt transported. My fingertips running over names long forgotten. Suddenly recalled in sharp focus.   Every step measured out and walked with you. So long ago. You, a globe…

Welcome

To others, you were just a robin- Singing at dusk by a caravan. You were so much more to me. You see, I felt you knew: Knew that this was special. This few days together. You understood that we were there to stay.  We were your audience, and you performed. Beautifully. You even granted us a…

Soft Play Apocalypse

Is there anything worse than a hangover? I mean a baddun. Hmm?  Turns out there is: a hangover in a Soft Play centre. Oh God, it was awful. Worse than awful. I had one of those ones that make you feel like you’re on a stormy cross-channel ferry. Yeah, I know it was self-inflicted, but…

Skimming

I don’t like skimming the open sea. Mermaids snatch my stones. I prefer rock pools. Calm. Collected. Free of ripples (apart from my own). I savour every bounce. Every one. Even the ricochets (I love that word). Do the stones cheer as they fly? After millenia of shaping. I hope so. My soul cheers as…

Sea Change

There is comfort in a beach. To gaze on stone worn down To endure as sand. Sheet metal folded like pastry, Branches sculpted by time. People endure.   To hold a world of colours between fingertips, A galaxy of grains on your palms. Listening to each wave’s sigh, as your own Breath That Will come, However painful….

Weather the Storm

The smoke from his cigarette hung in the air like a poor lie. With his back to the iron door, all around him the grey swell flowed, eerily noiseless. The waves were swollen and turgid as they looped around the steps below him, meeting uneasily in the middle. The heat was stifling, even three miles out,…