Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Betwixt; Between; looking forward backwards

We witness sunset,
sunrise. A book of secrets to welcome the dawn
with glitter grimaces

(Dis)placed, we fashion shelter from willow and words
_________It feels like home

So bellow from the bottom of your lungs and twist from your hips
I will never tire of this
________________not now not ever

Monday, 14 June 2010

No more traces of Llangollen left in my knuckles.
Back to Devon.
Hills, bones and red mud.

I'll give you wild flowers if you give me love

Tuesday, 1 June 2010