~ A Lover of Fire ~

A lover of fire,

of passion,

of ardour;

:

:

all senses intense,

as they slide

into the fertile

celebration 

of a 

Beltane rut.

17th April, 2012

~ A Happy Daisy ~

With winter yielded, and 

Spring well advanced as Summer's midwife,

I dream of being warmed

to my bones;

every cell crying out 

for vitamin D;

and with face stretching upwards

like a happy Daisy

I will purr.....

cat~like

:

:

content.

23rd April, 2012

~ Vernal tide ~

The river, 

down to the sea.

Braided, writhing water

pulled by a Vernal tide

under a 

Mother-of Pearl sky.

17th April, 2012

Unseen Lyrids

The heart's morning

felt its promise

free the sun;

as stars dim

in a brightening blue,

and shoot, 

unseen by naked eyes;

a shower of surprise.

21st April,2012

~ Willows Weep My Name ~

Winded blue sky,

Cold with dreams

of granite~sharp rain

slicing into flooding streams,

where willows weep my name.

18th March, 2012

~ Garden ~

My garden assembles

love of the moon,

of dogs and stars.

the night, sweet rain,

hedgehogs, frogs and toads.

9th June, 2011

~ A Wound of Air ~

The creek,

fine as mercury,

opened the rock 

to a wound of air.

The glare of hot sun

streaming through,

swam bright as stars,

and danced over stones,

locking~in transient

refracted light.

13th April, 2012

~ Slow as Slow ~

The tide,

shaking off droplets,

envelopes air from Spring,

and turns slow as slow

into exhalation.

2nd April, 2012

~ A Child of the Woods ~

Born a child of the woods

where trees were my mother

green leaves my father;

the creatures my siblings, 

our playmate ~ the river ~

where days were spent collecting stones,

floating leaves, gathering twigs;

taking strolls through bordering fields

filled with meadowsweet ~

stretching out on this Queen of the Meadows

~ releasing her honied scent 

and dancing with butterflies ~

arms spread wide, then flung in a hug

around an Oak,

a Beech,

an Alder,

a Birch.

: :

: :

~ HOME ~

4th March, 2012

~ Calico Silver Air ~

Calico silver air

strokes the sea

to a perfect calm,

as the ghost 

of a breeze

teases the trees

into telling

their aged tales.

A bird cries its woes

as it flies to the sun,

its black feathers

shining blue.....

While grass gives birth

to yellow stars

with hearts of green 

for leaves.

25th March, 2012

~ A Whisper of Red ~

Surfers in a silver sea.

Moon hours away from full.

A whisper of red in the west

~ from the sun's leavings.

Turquoise sky.

Mountains black.

Waves in sets of quadruplets.

The drums of my ears

catch the rhythm of incoming tide ~

full and pregnant

like the moon.

18th March, 2011

~ LIVE ~

Should you go to true love ~

to skies so blue

and warming winds;

to summer birds

with songs

that make you weep;

to flowers with

colours deep enough

to make you fly,

and trees with 

leaves so green,
: :
 breath them in,

and live.

23rd March, 2012

~ A Dream of Stardust ~

I had a dream that

I held in my hand ~

the rising moon, 

the setting sun, 

and Mars

: :

: :

a cosmic trine spinning

on my outstretched palm.

With a Tranquil Sea

and a Bridge of Light

and a frozen, snowy Ice-Cap.

: :

: :

When my fingers curled

to hold them close,

they spiraled free

:

:

 Stardust

19th March, 2012

~ Sea~Wave~Erosion ~

The rocks of the sea,

curving in water,

barnacle-dressed

and salt-washed;

spilling white 

and black

down to the bay

where, 

~almost~

I hear your

sea~wave~erosion.

18th March, 2012

~ Walks the Moon ~

In the wood

a tree bars stars,

guards Venus,

walks the moon

and moves light.

17th March, 2012

~ Crystal Sea ~

Drizzling shadows of a river,

flow to blue meadows

from veiny, far~off hills

to the crystal sea.

8th May,2011

~ Light, Like Water ~

Light, like water,

innocently shrouds face

and endlessly

glares reflection.

Avoiding smiles,

someone calls.

Deep. 

Invisible.

Clenched.

Crouching.

Wild.

Whitened tears

and blinded sounds

sleep in clouds.

15th March, 2012

~ Breath ~

I am hungry.

Starved for the nourishment of trees.

I am gasping for air.

I need to breath, 

in a womb of green.

14th March, 2012

~ Time to Go ~

Lying,
listening,
hearing

birds prepare for slumber.

A harsh wit-wit, a soft brt-brt,

rustling feathers to get more ease.

Moon
half-faced,
pale, growing,

inching across a lapis sky;

pulling tides, pushing moods

to breaking point - without no never mind.

Yellow stars, heart-shaped leaves,

closing against sunless cold.

Snowdrops ragged. 

Time to go.

Time to go back inside.

14th March, 2000

~ Bilingual ~ Mixed Up ~

Restless. Cerdded, cerdded, pacing.

Cefn straight, gwallt long.

Eistedd nawr in the window.

I can argue gymaint yn well yn yr English.

Mae Tilly yn gweld the sea ac mae e'n

making her wild to go am dro ar y traeth.

Gwynt ~ mor wintog. Dry though ~

and warm mas or wind.

Gwylanod yn crio and blowing everywhere

yn y gwynt ~ great sbort a spri.

Blodau everywhere nawr.

Aquilegia outside y ffenest,

a helyg a blodau melyn ~

willow and yellow flowers.

One Dant~y~ Llew.

Dandelion is mor dda am health.

Weithiais tonic allan o pissabed

a dynad, Galium aparine a lemonbalm

~ mor dda.

Mae'r mor...the sea....yn llwyd fel

the sky. Green. Gwyrdd yw y land,

Golau and dark a pobpeth in between.

Dere nawr. Let us go i'r traeth.

Rwy'n smell lemon. Particles bach.

A key to fit mewn i clo fy nose.

Trwyn. Nhrwyn.

Ah ~ lemon. Melyn. Yellow. 

Fel haul canol dydd.

Make drink mas o squeezed lemon juice 

bob bore.

Creigiau llwyd; caled; steep. 

Thousands o miliwnau of years ~ yn hen.

Wedi gweld so much.

Can't quite credi beth they see these days.

Dyn wedi gone mad.

Menyw too.

6th May, 2009

~ Snow ~

Snow, transient white.

Melting away into green.

Echoing crystals.

7th April, 2008

~ Firelight Shadows ~

Firelight~shadows on old white walls

make a story for all who see;

flickerings and dancings

in hues of red and gold

with a dash of blue,

a hint of green;

a puppet show 

for the imagination.

Fire and wall meet in a whispering

slow waltz,

rudely interrupted

when the light goes on ~

and the magic is gone.

29th January, 2012

~ A Cry to the Wind ~

Trees talk to me.

Leaves singing counterpoint

to the birds' chorus,

as low clouds

kiss my hair silver black;

and Ravens fly towards me

with their message in their eyes;

and I let loose a cry 

to the wind.

9th March, 2012

~ Soft Night ~

Light from a boat, nearly full moon, Jupiter. 21st September 2010

Soft night.

Silent moon-arrows

open the evening,

sliding fiery, blazing music

on the air.

Blow the sleek sea

and remember home.

8th June, 2010

~ White Horses ~

Waves of White Horses ~

manes flying in cold East wind ~

Burn red in sunrise.

December 19th, 2002

Full Moon O

~ An Autumn Afternoon in Gwbert ~

I remember the grey silk of the sea ~

a dull silver~pewter,
ironed smooth and flat,

and holding her breath,
in a perfect still~point
at that
moon~pulled, 

turn~of~the~tide moment

on a mild, pearly,
autumn afternoon in Gwbert.

4th March, 2012

~ On the Rim of Long Summers ~

A golden tree ~

A drum to beat

Strong and sweet

On the rim of long summers

with hot blue seas.

Slowly seabirds

fly across the sun, 

and, running through

bright air,

I shout out the

fun I cannot contain.

4th March, 2012

~ Ghost Walk ~

Walking around oaks

grave and silent, 

we failed.

We stood by stone

where flowers and words

were born in the landscape

::

and sitting in fields,

with tears,
as bards and poets

in flowing white, 

ghost~walk

around roots long forgotten.

4th March, 2012

~ Exhalation ~

Emptying a space;

a pause.

Allowing breath

to move;

exhalation ~

feeds the trees.

21st January, 2012

~ July Sky ~

July sky

smashed the sea

of its blues.

Hot smoke rising,

whisperings from

a mountain

burning brown and grey.

Naked, hungry wind,

stark against hearts

runs on alone.

7th July 2011

Magpie Tales # 70 ~ Mute ~

I stare at you.

A silver tear-trail

on a glossy cheek

breaks your heart.

You want to know my story....

I cannot tell you.

My age has made me mute.

I am but dust and 

a face with a silver

tear-trail.

For sale.

20th June, 2011

Thank you for the image prompt Magpie Tales

Magpie Tales # 69 ~ Spiral ~ Haiku

Feminine spiral

divine proportion of life.

Post primordial womb.

13th June, 2011

Thank you for the image~prompt Magpie Tales

~ Whispering Secrets ~

Trees talk to my hands.

Bark~braille whispering secrets

to seeking fingertips. 

9th June, 2011

~ Dancing Day ~

Dancing day ~

playing,

laughing.

Summertime heat

waves at you

at me ~
grins.....
and melts 

 into night.

6th June, 2011

~ Moving Water ~

Moving water,

curling,

old,

green.

Seasons of the moon

ache.

A tree...

 softly sings

to sweet sky...

heralding Summer.

6th June, 2011

~ White with Love ~

~ Drowned Ripples ~

The sea,

the river,

and

the tree

are silver.

The sun,

the tide,

and

thunder

signal

drowned ripples

on your journey.

13th January 2010

~ Silent Wood ~

Silent wood,

cut to the bone.

Chopped, chopped.

The weak.

 The strong bursting high.

Secret.

Fall apart.

Woodland poetry died.

8th  February 2011

~ Time Will Stay ~

Birds in glittering woods

speak words for years.

Changing breath...

whisper...

Time will stay.

8th May  2011

~ The Hands of the Sun ~



I am walking

the hands of the sun,

casting lights of stars

off the ocean.

My skin might seal

the world within.

Your blush breathes

the grave away.

February, 2010

~ Faces of Flowers ~

Faces of flowers.

Summer eyes untouched

and unaware.

Ancient sands,

black and brilliant

calm the deep breath.

Delicate snow lies simple

and unsmiling.

Innocent anticipation.

5th September, 2010

~ Home ~



Wandering down by the stream

I hear sunrise track a shadow.

The field pulls the meadow

to the water.

Soft, thistledown breeze

whispers

:

:

home.

13th Januarly 2011

~ Passion ~



Underground safely,

mysteries rehearse

faultless avenues

upon a tomb.

And through the chill,

nothing was found

but passion.

8th May, 2011

~ Beltane ~

A joyous celebration of life.

Fires burn in loin and soul.

Spirits high. Bodies meet,

Feeling mother Earth.

Her deep pulse beating time.

A rhythmic dance.

In honour of this Beltane night.

12 March 2008

~ Frail as Ice ~

Winter snowfall frail as ice,

shifting against

polished green

bitter herbs.

Ritual of the unfree.

The wine poured,

and the door

a promise of stars.

In shadow.

Necessary.

11th March 2011

~ Waves Swell Roaring ~

 A fading, gleaming waywardness.

tightly enjoying escape.

Out in nature,

waves swell, roaring.

8th February 2011

~ The River's Stars ~

                                                                             photo by Jac Lee

  Blackening weather

as thin winter flows.

The river's stars

Unclench fists.

Trees housed in stone.

A naked red mountain

writes dark, ruined wine.

13th January 2011

~ Who Listened? ~

Summer golden.

Loudly sky.

Blue~green days.

Laughter.

See the prophet?

Who listened?

31st March 2010