Thursday 21 July 2011
Monday 11 July 2011
Meditations from the wall
In our Blossom day
primroses flowered open inside of me
flowering open my shoulders and levitating my arm
petal layers between my vertebra
In our Grasses night
A chunk of golden moon held in the leaves of the tree
becomes one eye of Green Man gazing back at me
A runner takes up one half of the tree
propelling forth from the trunk out over the tops of trees
Whilst above streaks and curves of fine cloud mist form
A swimmer streamlining across the night skies
Sunday 10 July 2011
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