Indolent as the sinking sun

Indolent as the sinking sun
Tucked in beneath the sheets
Of stratus hovering on skin
Up to her lady's chin

Propose a new locution
To discern a lover's toil
Mute and bewildered
By the tragic dimming light

For blazing sensitivity
Could ne'er reduce the spoils
Of cherished forest nymph on lute
Of loss mythologised

Tame the darkest craving
Urge of new moon water signs
Embody all we never spake
Through threads touched by desires
Lake Dobson, Mt Field, lutruwita / Tasmania

Bare in mind

Burst into a new day - as is always 
though stomach of lead
Soothing balm of acceptance
clears the head

Long nights cooling extremities
warmed by friction of two feet
Long embrace, tightly wound
whispering pillow talk aloud

Dreams of doll houses, life sized
landlord of childhood fantasies
Glimpse of morning breaking
shakes shadows to the ground

If I topped every peak
wore a floppy hat each week
Acquired mansion by the sea
planted vineyards, pressed for thee

Still, by dawn's clear revelry
no face will hold such clarity
As one who loved and let me be
when I had not a thread to weave
Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com

Long missed

We play, rest, rise
Woven skein unwinding
Houses apart, river abreast
Taking tea on balcony

Always a mystery of two minds
No sensation for downcast eyes
Cascading words lost and find
Fruitless picking out motivations

The bottom of pot, cooled
Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat
Rose between two cheeks

A blush sweet from scorching sun
Below 42 degrees
Blistering sleet

Homebody, I nest alone
Full grown tenderlings
Binding fallen threads
Of existence into thermal weave

So that you, like father
Can protect and heal wind kissed skin
As salty drops slide winsomly
A welcome sting. Long missed love
Ursula Halpin, (1972- ) ‘Displaced Mary, Mother of hope’ ~ inspired by Irish lace. Weaves stories of women and fragmented families. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery. Twist exhibition 2023

Big sky sea

In all your stories 
In that universe of yours
I noticed, you're alone
Haunted by voices
Evading natural horrors
Sense of place strong
As if wedded to landscape
Betrothed to the sea
Enamoured by creatures
A sensory plea
Once raging storms settle
Sunrise warms skin
Will one day a touch
Be welcomed in

Haunt

I sat, momentarily 
In the place
Where we parted
Surreptitiously
Picked up
Where we left off
Ease smoothed out
Wrinkles on forehead
Free to think
As I should
Took the side road
To stop at favourite
Coffee shop alone
Contentment seeps in
A hot air balloon
Could not lift me
Away from home
Our haunt
How apt is that word?

Bloom with you

If only one knew the varietal
Upon first sight
One would not wonder why
Petals faded
After such a short time
Once saw the blush of full bloom
Though only an old image
Ill wondered if my touch
Would arouse another season
Caladenia carnea, pink fingers orchids of Tasmania.

Orchid eye

At last, hope all but declined
To fill the void and vacant mind
Unthinkingly returned to find
Her soft response - as silk - sublime

Flesh of petal, down of breeze
Float respondent, clasped with ease
A moment rendered skips repeat
Upon the joy bells fringe appease

Wavering as the hooded green
Time was all a seasoned dream
Though orchid eyes all summer roam
Abiding sight I've never known
Caleana major, large flying duck orchid, lutruwita / Tasmania