a sea change

a lion is bornwhen white smoke wispsits wayfrom under the frescoes towards the Adriatic it chases a deer over those same mountainsand rivers depicted on scrolls that still line the narrow corridorsof an empty palace is it a coincidence, thenthat a giraffeshould be spotted,not striped,not painted blue,or purple, or green,or any colour for that matter?Continue reading “a sea change”

Lighthouse Lost

Cursed to be a bridge between worldsI floatlistening for the whisper of onewho would deliver me from freedom,who would sink into my souland fish out words I’d never dare to speak.What footprintsdoes love leave behind?Remnants from the beginning of things?Or mud tracked in from the wilderness?When we are weak from dreamingour fathers offer up prayersContinue reading “Lighthouse Lost”