only that child

look at me mama here I am what do you see I cannot tell you have hidden your eyes from me concealed your face am I so unseemly to you is it my sins you see too clear mama would that I could see you again sometimes I am still the child no more than …

big girl (on the tiles) now

daddy I . . . oh daddy I . . . I was on my own he was passing by he’s really not my kind that tawny guy ah daddy you . . . don’t be so mean don’t be cross with me don’t yowl me down he would never do me harm well daddy …

than tomorrow (as a gift)

blue for you tied up in a bow does it rattle inside does it sound like a little scratching is it alive like an itch that won’t behave in middle night is it perhaps a star as depicted on the paper is there a glow seeping out between the folds a stellar thing a gift …

anytime (anytime) at all

and who can say about change who can tell what will be I live here upon the ground I dream of the sky who can say tomorrow could be anything I might be anyone at all I might grow my own wings I might rise up on just a breath of air how will . …

wicker (spring) women

hey sister hey hold my hand sister hey take mine in yours and sway feel the breeze call out your name feel the wind touch you hey hey hey let us dance wicker women now let's dance hey hey (hey hey) hey hey rustle creak and bend this way and hey hey hey wicker women …

splash! (the garden)

I draw my water from the well it falls a long way into the black sometimes my bucket takes a small forever the rope unravels so on and on will it stop this time will it fall and fall to be one with the black no the water calls out a steady voice a minor …

waiting for the day (airtight)

I breathe from my O2 tank I hear the air as it hisses past a valve feel it inside my throat a welcome stranger out here the night is still is black the night is forever everywhere but I trust in my airtight suit I trust in every seal and join I trust every god …

footsteps (and heart)

he took his heart to the bleeding edge raised his head as the sun went down asked the sky to let tomorrow come told the stars they could have him now he left his heart at the bleeding edge walked away footprints into night ~ Reena’s Exploration Challenge #86

(what if I hear them) whistle and cry

I hear the dead cry out in the colours of the burning night even my shadow bows down before them these are the stranger days with ghost silhouettes that I can see this killing ground is the shade of dying fire and I am alive I wonder why I am alive perhaps to play the …

where I live

I live at the end of days I do not see … I am on the last horizon nothing left before me but a fall and I live at the end of days I would shoot the sun down if I could there’s no light shines for me I am in the black living at …