Apparition

Daily grind is right
Darkness falls and rises
Out of percolator
Into belly stuck on ache
Work tracks play repeat
Commute, beat wild heat
Rising to neck ignored
Cool all the way home.

A rinse cycle of aqua
Barely cleanses racing
Rabbit thoughts chased
By greyhounds the second
Head hits pillow
Worst-case first out the gate.

All my defences lie
In gentle apparition
Hovers above me
Her curls fall on face
Limbs wriggle
Flashes of teeth, eyes
Giggles, legs, hands, waist.

As long as she's alive
Hope thrives disparagingly
Mocking my love life-raft
Drops of memory
Onto tongue like a hack
Apothecary of mind
Brain cells a bee hive
Craving honey
Burning the fears, Dark Mofo, Hobart Tasmania

Senseless time

Stillness comes as last leaf drops
Though not for long
Cupboard bare like grievance aired
Empty thoughts, silence comes
Like jester and thief
Stolen precious time
Mock those who weep.

Do not wait for wind to change
For your face remains asleep
Clumsy hands and feet
Lose bits and pieces of me
Spill the drink over the one
Who tried to sell me to the street

I rise above
Beating sense into skins
Laid taut by grief
Smoothing tallow fashionably
Over fine lines and wrinkles of time

Spare moments spent watching
Antique shards and bottles
Plucked from the bank of the Thames
Or the bottom of someone's yard
The hand once clutching it
Long since retired
Now that old hand is mine
Correa alba, South Arm, Tasmania

Passenger

In all my sweet thoughts
Of riding shotgun
Words caught on tongue
Music at your fingertips

Where shall we go from here?
To the coast, surely?
The mountains, sublime
Some cabin where we can hide

Gather imaginary adventures
Cast them on the wind
Like a flock of shorebirds
Headed to the North Pole

The only passenger, am I
Is one of time
We have journeyed years
Apart, words odometer of miles
Sunrise sky over Bruny Island Tasmania

B flat blues

Birthday blues
comes after you
The coldest day
with longest night

Soft blue sky
won't clear the air
of sullen gloom
When loved ones are
so far and few

To those so close
A silent toast
Poignant message
Like a ghost

The fault to bear
Is mine to groan
For, I'd rather spend
This day alone

But when I do
A quiet knock
Of heart does wonder
Where all went?

Then, blink of eye
The day is spent!
Sunrise at Bellerive on midwinter’s day

Milk Fever

A mother's breast turns 
Feeding the only release
Lest she weep in tune with child

How long will it last?
Interminable desire
To hold fast the nest
In contrast to view ahead

So wild sea eagles
Soar solo surveying over
Rocky shores, pebbles trickle
Vast dolomite column cliffs
Veering skyward - eyeing one another

Young ones too large for nest
I run errands to tick of time
Care package a respite
For a friend whom I like
Caring for other than bloodline

Though I forgot the soy milk
Now it's all I can drink
The taste of it like a chance meeting
Next time I will say the words
Until then, thoughts brew
Like a heady spiced chai
While tea turns tepid
At least, the sun and I.
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania

Nut butter

The days march onwards - like Grieg - with a drumroll at every turn.

Tears sit on my windowsill each evening before I close the blinds.

Journeying dreams collect like dust at my feet as I step into a new day.

Hands reach for yours, held softly, no mincing words.

Lips kiss yours fully, completely, until the toast pops and jug boils.

Take a bite into peanut buttered reality, the grist of it is chewy.
Winter sunrise at St David’s Park, Hobart Tasmania

Blue space

We are enamoured by
Ever changing aspects and moods
Of mysterious face of the sea
While vast deep is changeless

Storm, wind and tide hurry
With advancing seasons
Turbulence magically awakens
New life on shores, wet and highlands

Nothing is wasted
Rich minerals freighted upon rivers
Every particle useful, deeply stirred
Ready for new forms of life

The stark problem of survival
A problem of keeping alive
The spark of life, a matter of existing
No demands made, a dormant state

Take these blue fathoms and pair with blue space above
A steady cure-all, surely, for human race
Yet, do not deny need for one blue pill daily.
Cloudy Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania

Poem derived from the text of ‘The Sea Around Us‘ by Rachel Carson, Oxford, 2021, pp. 32-33: Chapter title ‘The Changing Year.’

In the quiet hours

In the quiet hours
Relieved, I reminisce
The times when silence
Were sparse and few

In the quiet hours
Clarity falls like dew
Eyes open, dreams renew
Wishes cast seeds afar

In the quiet hours
Words echo in chambers
Of heart, once a stranger
Now mine to choose love

In the quiet hours
Fears are laid waste
Happy endings hesitate
In favour of new beginning
Eastern Spinebill, Bruny Island Tasmania