Dark Noise

The end of the record
Needle captures dust
Crackles and spits
The music's over
Played long enough
Turn off the light

The end of the night
Mind captures dreams
Breathes reminisce
The music begins
Waiting for the day
Arise with the light

Burnout

Warmer May
Unseasonally
Lightning strike
Energy pours out
Into the dark sky
By the side of the River

Isolated burst
Suburban fringe
Outlying ignited
Spontaneously
By the side of the River

Flicker blaze
Pungent haze
Smoulder spread
Into the dead roots
By the side of the River

Consumed hectares
Decades debris
Floating breeze
Carelessly over horizon
By the side of the River

Whisper breeze
Turned inward
Cooling craze
Dousing inflamed
By the side of the River

Sundown shifts
Several degrees
Bed of green
Inextinguishable light
By the side of the River

Colder June
Seasonally so
Wintering in
Life seeping in
Into well-trodden paths
By the side of the River
Gordon River, Tasmania

When there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire.’ – Stars, Your Ex-Lover is Dead.

Hallowed Halls

I have always admired
The kick-ass attitude
Of women who embrace
Their womanhood

Clothed in dignity
Poised for action
Whether by the tread
Of their boots
Or soft footfalls
Of thoughts and dreams
Pacing the mind

In the archives of time
There is no deeper longing
No greater sacrifice
Of love
Regardless of whether
Acclaimed or understood
Than the hallowed halls
Of womanhood.