first time

for jason when I touched your skin you trembled — no other fingertips had fluttered there before you caught your breath tried to still your ragged shaking I stroked your arm and kissed your eyes shut

gamelan mat matan

the notes tumble from the gongs swirl­ing around my head, settling on thoughts like stray feathers moment­ar­ily until, breeze-like, a cymbal tickles a higher pitch and brushes it onward. Down­ward, inward. How can music live with The decisions of...

Persephone

It was not I nor would I have it be Who kissed those lips then had them rent from me Tis not my eyes nor hand nor breath you feel It is not I who steals you from your sleep. In darkest night I whispered solemn truth Alas...

Guinevere at Cadbury

‘an I returned, as few foretold — after all, he was the once and future while I was merely a handmaiden and much maligned at that — I went straight to our beloved spot, At Cad­bury, our Cam­elot, expecting A roof at least,...

Threaded with Golden Fire

We stripped of majesty Play loud with plastic money Lumin­es­cent in its shock. We stripped of honour Crawl over balustrades, Weep over travesties, Place wreaths for rock stars, Walk over bones and Graf­fiti gravestones, All the while knowing That any...