Small houses
in sunlight
covered windows
secrets within
quiet
beckoning
cool whisper
invitation
to step
in.
Oh fey darkness
dissonant creep
whispering slurred
choruses
disturbing my sleep
misshapen dream
fade
to colourless
so jagged so
deep.
The first time
gazing in your direction
all else diminished
outside the warm lightness
of
your joy
your dance
your beauty
your music
your
You.
Poetry books:
letters on rough pages
ghost dancer spaces
grotesque urgent graces
shifting read lines
re-deaf-fine
my cover
design.
I remember the echo
of footsteps in halls
I remember the rush
of freedom’s call
I remember the bark
of white biting dogs
most of all.
100 years
world erupted
atrocities chaos blood
to end all wars
noble necessity
grave brave acceptance
walk into death
to save future.
Oh rather
live in a time
where Art informed
where Music inspired
where Poets instructed
gunless armies
two-stepping in fields
of Word Power.