Saturday, 20 August 2011

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Baby bird

Don't give up on me just yet.
Baby birds can't fly from birth,
You know,
And I am learning.

Every feather quivers, when I shiver in whatever weather wuthers round my mother while she feeds me and my brothers.
I want to wing it with her but my withered wings can't cover all beloved winds I covet
- Like a lover I would love it - but I'm not capable of it.
May I never see another day
May mother take my wings away
If I don't learn to play the wind
So don't give up on me just yet
I swear I'm learning

Tuesday, 19 April 2011


Maybe we are like kites
And it would be as sad for us to escape
As it would be if we were to give up.

Sunday, 17 April 2011


It's hard to leave sometimes
All peoplefull and hectic and
Like a warm bath I have to
Heave myself out
Cool down outside and I
Go for a walk and my
Shadow paints the ground
It can get in the locked park
Runs over the flowerbeds
Climbs trees I can't don't won't climb
I used to do this all the the time
That's why it's mine
I think I can hear people talking
In the grass centre of the park
Maybe they think I'm walking my dog
(I wag my tail at that)
I know that the moon is copper or bronze
And I know the fences don't apply
And I know they will ask me why
Why I went wandering
And I won't say how nice it was to walk in a straight line.

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Roath park

Grey sky. Swan wing
(thunderclaps against water)
ash and blossom
petal concentrics on the glass.

lake is of a moment
willowdipped fingers

and more every
stands still
and more

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Three poems

I learned to walk the tightrope
With ghost feet.
Walking the line on cold toes
From up here you all look like gods
Like warm legends
Blooded and brilliant.
At least I can keep an eye on you all
And at least I don't f

~ ~ ~

Live happy ever after, somewhere far away from me,
Somewhere you can love each other well and I won't have to see.
I'm sorry this is bitter but I'm trying to be kind,
'Cause even though she has your heart I know I'm on your mind.

I know I'm on your mind the same way you're always on mine.
I don't read too much into how you text me all the time
But you make your feelings clear with every single thing you say,
So go live happy ever after, somewhere far away.

~ ~ ~
Are pretty terrible.
Yes they are.
They may look cool in theory
But in practise they are a bit gross
And frizzy.
I'm really sorry guys.
Don't be offended
I think you're awesome
But I am so excited about the day you eventually cut them off.
Other hairstyles are available
And infinitely more caressable.

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Bonfire in a bin

Hungry arms lick the bin
And I think for a minute that they reach for me
To pull me in,
Climbing up the wood,
Spitting sparks in spite
The planks ignite.
It hates me, I think.
I watch in wonder at the brightness,
Fire flung in fury, cursing my name
The same flame that killed countless of my kind, kept many alive too.
Destruction is its duty
And I am duly consumed by its beauty.