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Trio
Wanderlust
Takes me to wildest corners
Of intricate landsape
Innumerable explosions
Of spores, gills
Parasols of dew
They do not mind
How many they number
Two or thirty
The more the merrier
Shared essence of being
Though less gregarious
We humans seem
Key of a song
Thrumming of rain
In the morning
Steel roof
Orange lit sky
Bursts at dusk
Mountain shadow
Cadence of breath
Skip of steps
Sand and waves
Key of a song
Tells the tale
Of love's bond
Selke
How wholesome, it was said
We did meet by river bed
Rock pools swirling
Dreaming of past lives at sea.
Our shared love of its creatures
A saltwater one, like me.
Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.
Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.
Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.
Within weeks, the cracks show
The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty
Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.
The great diversity of my mind.
I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.
To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.
Fair winds and following seas.
Rewilding
In the North
On this day
A million Painted Ladies
Drifted on highways
Of warm s'easterlies
Descended upon wild ancient
Lands remembered
To cocoon, feast and rise once again.
Artistic impressions of papillons
Adorn my door, socks, scarf
My eyes have never gazed upon
Such species near or far.
Do they dwindle and fade,
Will glossy scales fall?
Inevitably, yes
In a day.
How perfect that nature's most subtle beauty
Would feast on loathesome thistle, so thoroughly
To cause a whole crop to fail.
As I nestle in seasons of woven tales from near and far
Aran Islands to Chile
I, too, weave a cocoon
Each to each stitch laid bare, thoughts of places
I've never seen
Near and far -
Some I'd never dare
For slowly, I too, will lose the gloss of youth.
Not before I, and many more
Ravenously erode the fields
of prickly weed
For, come spring -
Who knows what I might be.
Poem inspired by the film, Wilding, 2025.
Burst
Forces of deep
All it keeps
Eventually
Rises up
Fruiting bodies
Life abounds on the edge
We always knew the rainbow
Not lines of solid colours
A spectrum of hues
Our very DNA intermingles
Since time immemorial
Generations of story tellers
Minced with scientific truths
A new kind of love walks around
Nods at one another,
Knowingly
Formerly L, G, B or Q
Now are plus beings
Who love one not defined
By straight lines
Yet familiar it is, human
With fruiting bodies
Taking on attributes
Of one another
Perfect symmetry of life
Far and wide
Will I set it free?
To wander monsoon streets
Slip into fever dreams
Strap to airplane seats
Will I loosen from its nest
Inside of me?
To fly above swirling schools
Of fish perused
By cephalopods and seals?
Do I secure it soundly within
Cabin walls to sway
In tempestuous swells
Safely in your arms?
Do I unleash this love of mine
Deep-seated divine
Nestled in safe hands
Across unending oceans?
Holding untethered body
In its wake.
Forever residing in waves
That which joins all lands
Far and wide
Joints, muscles and sinew
Within us too.
Not drowning… waving
Know the signs
Between the flags
On any ordinary day
Means traffic lights
Warning you
Do not pass this way
A buoy in the storm
Mollusc island
Bobbing in deep blue
Someone to hold onto
Regardless of
Turbulence of waves
Deployed all receptive
Sensors listening
For escape pod
Down to the wire
Launch sodden sea bottom
Breath of salt air saves
Warm bodied creatures
Gravitate easy as breeze
Silent staring on horizon
Unison is what we crave
Debut on pontoon parade
Birds eye view amazed
Cohabiting cocoon
Licks salty tips
Of fingers
Like fish and chips
Living for the day
Crush
So aptly named
Count the stars of heaven 