Day Fifteen - #WoPowriMo - Testimony

I walked

past the church today,

bells all ringing

as they cast me away; said: ‘nothing

–      - go roll in your dust’. And I wondered

if maybe

my wander-lust and the stars,

through branches,

had caught up with me.

I swallowed my scars,

and wondered, on you,

all effervescent light,

as the world came down around me,

and claimed a shimmering

night of passion

and a glorious flame,

as I fell to my knees and howled

your name amongst angels

and dragons

of rust;

my shackles all powdered

and turned to

dust, in an instant, when I felt waning

mistrust,

and you lay down beside me and told

me a tale;

your heart,

your soul,

were not for

sale, in a cross-winter wind.

You were only just

biding your time,

and waiting

for life

to begin. 

Day Fourteen - #WoPoWriMo - Untitled

...because there are no words really...

than water spirits
you and I are no better
we are but one fool
a lone moon in a sky sugared with
far too many sweet stars
but this is the summer of our love, my king,
and they will not take it,
for if mad-men laugh at us
yet will we go dancing in the spring grass
and along the beautiful byways of lust
to the daylight of heaven
and the diamond paradise
of the night that calls us.

Day Thirteen - #WoPoWriMo - Roulette

Show me a Russian roulette of breeze,

confetti tumbling from skeleton trees, a dark

wonderland of the winter freeze and a stretching

necklace of red;

winking and blinking up

ahead, to light

all my yellow brick road…

Let me follow

bright sugar-drops,

all the way home, like a fabled,

breadcrumb trail;

and tell me then, a

snow-queen tale, as I turn

Fortune’s fragile wheel.

   Ice-encrusted, it melts to reveal, awesome

moments of sharpened

breath; and I look back

and forth

at depths

of tomorrow,

and tomorrow, 
all at once,

   

as fallen stars creep up on me,

and whisper,

they were there all along. 

Day Twelve - #WoPoWriMo - Lullaby for the Blind

   
Watch over me,
like a star-lit moon;
for today has crept up, long and blue, as a
deep-sea moment,
of forever.

Sit by me
and bind and tether, my chains,
to all the dashing rocks.
Ask this incessant,
wild pounding,
to stop, and free me
to walk
with the wind.

Lay all
your warmth on me,
and whisper;
sing a lullaby -
populate
an overcrowded sky
with sugar-jewels,
all in a row.

Better still,
refute it all;
and say it isn't so.
 

Day Eleven: #WoPoWriMo - Holes

   

Holes in today, no holes in tomorrow;

a gentle belonging

like summer’s black swallows, that dips

and dives

into the depths of souls,

swoops and tumbles,

claims and owns, a heart,

and a time, all at once.

Tomorrow’s wonder,

is not yet begun, though there borders

true feeling,

and devotions, in this touch,

and to want

and to be

is often too much like a ribbon

that ties and holds.

Not this time,

just a moment,

that bends and

folds, amongst the steps of a

long-trodden quest, following footprints;

through sand;

on a rocky shore ,

to the shell-arms of happiness.