Spell bound

A certain spell
Grips tightly
Wrapping fondly
Cocooned

Feeling creeps in
Never felt before
Never again?

Flying free now
To joyful end
On the wind
Homeward bound

Life is won
Paths unknown
Finding a way
With love
Shouldered Brown, Heteronympha penelope – Ellendale, Tasmania.

Love Stories

There was an elder
Of mine own
Who spoke of rights
Assured of tone

He longed for pride
Of place on stone
Of pulpit
Matrimonium

To look over
Young ones
In their finery

Decry the love
Of Others
Unauthorized

When facing our
Mortality
Tongues are loose
Unconformity

Daze has come
and gone for me
When will again
A mystery

I'll sit in a grove
And speak the truth
With love that even
Forests approve

All may gather
And stories be heard
To embrace the days
Love covered
The earth

Love like

A mirror
Can't bear to
Open my eyes
Under covers
Hide

Alter reality
Two dimensional
Altar ego responds
Completely to me
Yet every touch
Cold

Do I need to
Be like you
To like you
Like I do?
I do

Loving me
Means
Loving you
Is it a crime to?

All the shades
Of blue reflect
To infinity
With you
River Derwent, lutruwita/ Tasmania Australia.

Woman

Woman, when you believe
My story and my song
No word or note
Need emanate again
You nod resignation
Soothe cracked lips
Silence creeps in
Swiftly by morning
No badge of bravery
Be worn out and down
I am changeable
As the tide
In ancient forests 
You heal me
As I lie in wait
For another dawn song
Settling within
To begin again
Peppercorn tree, Coal River Valley Tasmania

Love like

A new puppy
A longing overcomes
Subtly over time
Then suddenly undone

Sleepless nights
Frequent walks
Accidental strife
Adorable, warm

A love not chosen
Like a spell cast
Wooing bright eyes
Mesmerised at last

I'll walk my love
Down every street
Doggy park
Beach retreat

Nodding at fellow
Lovers off leash
Tied to feelings
Unfathomable

Feeling responsible
For daily care
Falling asleep
Nestled in there

Such is the way
Of owning your own
In love with you
Who knew?




More than words

Strange how the music 
Can say what lies inside
Better than own lips
Better still, silence
Reveals a sonnet
Of secrets

That moment between words
When the body speaks
To affirm or contradict
Knowing moves
Of safety

Alone with thoughts
On the edge of wild
Never live lonely
Affect writes thesis
Of sanity

Wondering brain waves
Sing on wind and wire
Telegraph of love
Words no limit
Of sound

Don't Stop.
Maria Island, Tasmania

Ten past the hour

Fingers curl
Firm and fine
Tender and strong
Curiously hide
Brushing away
Wounds of yesterday
Laughing reciting
Memories opening
Adventures in love
Happening upon
Fragrant finds
Drinking in senses
Rarities afew
Treasures abound
Waiting minute more
With you
Ophelia by John William Waterhouse

No Doubt

A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin

Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks

Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm

Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat

Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart

Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start

Every time is new again
With you
Maria Island, Tasmania

Begin again

Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend

Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept

As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet

Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat

Richmond, Tasmania