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...

Pain

This parody of substance this hip­line pain, inexact untouch­able, immeasurable strips me down, stippled eleg­ance of tracery blade pared from bone and tingling

The edge of feeling

My body swells to fill its plumpness liquids move pon­der­ously in a gut perched on pained hips and aching legs. I am ratchetty breaths drawn and bones cracked, sinews tightened, stretched I aware shim­mery fever-blown, fly-blown, air-borne,...

Chartreuse

The scream­ing shout­ing madness Quivers on the tip of my tongue, Trembles in my lip, yowls in the Edges of my clench­ing. I want to Unleash hur­ricane fury, crash down A hand slap­ping a fly into oblivion, An ava­lanche crush­ing beyond...