Concrete Boots

exhaustion settles

a dark cloak enveloping

all the shadows hanging about

like rude girls on street corners


I hug the cloak tighter

frightened if it begins to flap

I’ll take off into the night

fly away and leave life behind


the wheels are in motion

peddling into infinity again

I’ll find the strength from somewhere

even if it kills me



Copyright June 2017




a gargoyle named Thursday

looms tiresomely over the week

she fears it


she knows that sarcasm and scorn hurt

despite the comparison to sticks

or even stones


she also knows her tongue will trip over itself

eager to explain the unexplainable

to a critic



Copyright June 2017



From Inside She Watches

from inside she watches

as the world plays on

feeling overwhelmed

by sky and clouds and the sun

and nearly eight billion people

all breathing the same air


from inside she watches

as the same patterns

repeat themselves over

cardboard cut outs of politicians

no longer pretending to govern

for more than self interest


from inside she watches

wonders how it will end

will we know when we reach

the tipping point when revolution

is the only answer or will we

die quietly as the stars go out


from inside she watches

the simple unfairness of being



Copyright June 2017

Chthonic Cycles


a calm has settled upon me

the tumultuous thoughts of this morning

have settled somewhere safely in a corner

a part of my mind where hurts go to heal


sometimes there is such loneliness in depression

a need for love so strong it manifests as pain

a huge lump in my centre cutting off air

and a blank in my brain where hope once was


this morning I walked with heavy steps in the sun

Churchill’s black dog strained at a tight leash

choking me with tales of nothingness and no need

outsider, no-hoper, social-misfit, crone


it is true, if you wait, another mood comes

hours, days, months later it ventures in

highlighting a flower, a photo, a word

and a small slither of hope enters the world



Copyright June 2017