Poetry

Holy communion

Posted on Jun 25, 2018 in Poetry

Soft spikes of pink yearning toward the sun.
Floral spires raise my eyes and soul to Source,
Their silent bells still sonorous and deep
As the playful breeze turns campanologist.
This is my church. I worship here and now at
The high altar of nature, beneath a vaulted nave
Of heavenly blue and angel-feathered sky.

Vulnerable

Posted on May 24, 2018 in Poetry

When we wore skins close to our skin, clothed in danger faced and overcome,
When darkness meant crouching at cave-fire smoke screens from ravenous roars and biting cold,
Did we bare souls to each other beside our visceral vulnerability?
Were our hearts as wildly wide as uncertainty of being?
Is it brick box borders and interminable light
That have shaped us to shun the shaky and unsure?

Grandmother Bird

Posted on Mar 27, 2018 in Poetry

Bird goddess by Susan Seddon Boulet

We share a common ancestor
You and I
And I wonder if that’s why
My shoulders shrug in memory
Of their once light burden,
My dream-self fit to fly.
Isis on her feathered throne
Unfolded to the wind and sky
To mourn her loss
And fan Beloved life aglow.
You fix me with your lively eye,
Head a tilted query,
And I taste your sharp instinct.
Do we down the earthbound in you?

Light language

Posted on Feb 20, 2018 in Poetry

You ask what I do and I struggle to structure a sentence

That condemns me to a single cell existence.

Those stakes lie smashed and splintered behind me

And I move through a land of disclosure.

Hard nouns and verbs won’t grasp the sum of anyone,

What the alder said

Posted on Jul 25, 2017 in Poetry

I’ve always envisaged this poem as a children’s picture book. Maybe it will be one day…

“Let’s visit my favourite tree,” said the girl.

“Hhmph!” said the dog, through his favourite toy.

They walked their favourite path to the stream.

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