Thursday, 19 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 19: fox or foxy

Sunny redhead,
you shine under street lamps,
scavenging scraps.

Eurasian in origin,
you now focus unafraid
on your smaller territory,
comfortably coexisting,
boldly blossoming.

Whether accepted or not,
you are here to stay,
a vulpine urbanite
explosively calling
both to and from the wild.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 18: Everyone went on eating

Not hearing the sun in my voice
when you entered the room,
not seeing your eyes swimming
when I took off my jacket at lunch,
and not sensing our connection's dendrochronic rings
when our minds break open,
everyone went on eating.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 17: And the dragon chose...

And so the dragon chose
to listen to the boy

and no longer leave her
eggs exposed, then
wonder why they died.

He explained
that if she buried them
inside a mound of grass
the heat would warm them up,
and she would have
a life to call her own.

based on Dragon Boy, by Dick King-Smith

Monday, 16 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 16: Losing your tears and fears

Seen as if through a shop window -
mostly clear but slightly blurred -
my tear ducts appear to have a sign beside them
reading
FOR DISPLAY PURPOSES ONLY.

But it isn't really that;
it's just that their secretions come
at a rather high price.

The fear of leaving you
coaxes them out;
they are precious for only you seeing them,
and for their rarity.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 15: Fighting the urge to vomit

The needle threatens,
taking me as its own personal challenge.

Cold as fire and hot as ice,
it teases my vagus nerve
to tip me over nausea's edge.

I flush and shudder
as my vision blurs.

The syncope wins;
the triumphant needle in the bin.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 14: Movement and words

Words moved us
towards each other,
speeding our orbits
until they coincided
to make an eclipse of love.

From then on time slowed
as we span through space,
each becoming the central stars
in each other's galaxies;
the universes expanded
until they merged into one,
our words visible from space
and glittering at the speed of light.

Friday, 13 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 13: Art in the wayward mind

Art is just one way into
the waywardness of us.

Our minds meander from Monet to mayhem,
seeking C├ęzanne
in autumn's colours
and lutes in love.

We slow-dance in private
and the sheets sing symphonies.

Colouring me in with you,
we make our own magic
without a single trick,
lighting up the sky.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 12: Imagination stands in the road

Imagination stands in the road
of our collective memory,
forgetting where one ends
and the other starts;

our best memory
being also our best dream
in the autumn leaves below us
and the spring skies above.

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 11: Move your body, move your words

Our bodies move as one
in a dance that's both
as old as earth
and new as now.

Wordlessly
we move in breaths
sustaining us
from east to west.

Words only form
when least tried for;
your lips move,
and you can't even hear yourself,
but know I can,
with every pulsation and palpation
speaking for itself.

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 10: Power and control

The power that you and I have
over and between each other,
strong as steel,
powers our destiny,
propelling us to feel.