Skylarks A chandeliershivers in the sewerin the belly of a whaleghosts of skylarkscrowd its stemstheir phantom songsdrip in the darktiny fields sprout from the splasheswhisperto the unseen abandoned sky


Movements Your movementsgave our house a heartbeatyour dance stepssmeared across the flooryour absencecrackles like staticyour silenceblooms within the wallsthe breathing of moths

Crow, Swan, Magpie

Crow Born from snowheart riddled with smokehaunted by dreams of swans Swan Diamondcrushed from coalswancrushed from crows Magpie Swan stalledturning back to crowslag of silver brainstill coolingstill hauntedby the cupped palmsof the crucible


Gifts A shoe boxbrimful with blossommatchboxfull of smokethimbleful of dust pocketfuls of rustsuitcase full of threadbare leaves breath of sunlightcaught in the curtainscarrier bag of broken glassthe crumbled angel of a bus shelterswirl of leavesscratching the streetshadows from my fractured palmshandfuls of sparrows spill of chordsunder your bedall the starsfrom a starlingraininside a piano


Swift Born like a switchbladeflicked openlocked openspend your lifeskimming and splicingcurrents of airwill your wings and tailsnap off when you die?the stone of your bodywill it fall to touch the earthfor the first time?will sky take root?as it cracks from your brainamidst the long grass whispering above youglinting in the old light like soft knives


September Sunlightsettling like warm snowleaves litfrom withindreams of fields smothered in ashthe long sighsummer spentsinged and scarredarmour cracking opensnake easing out ofits old scalesa plucked owlreveals its thin sinewsthe single sparkthat lit everythingcooling in the cruciblesilver darkening to pewterworld rememberingflaring before fadingember at the endof its namegently breathing

When we love

When we love we spit light like paintover our splayed handsplaced on the cave wallsinside another's heartbrand them with the darkof our touch

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