The Masque of Anarchy - by
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
metamorphosis
The Second Coming - by
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
Handscroll
becoming still - by
becoming still still becoming
The Prows o’ Reekie - by
O wad this braw hie-heapit toun Sail aff like an enchanted ship, Drift owre the warld’s seas up and doun, And kiss wi’ Venice lip to lip, Or anchor into Naples’ Bay A misty island far astray Or set her rock to Athens’ wa’, Pillar to pillar, stane to stane, The cruikit spell o’ her […]
The Porcelain Cliff - by
Dust is curious. / Dust is thirsty.
The Plinky-Boat - by
Something near to true
night-darkness. The children
are playing the Plinky-Boat –
a xylophone made
from a reclaimed yoal
Margaret’s Moon - by
After she died, I swear the sky
/ Had the most beautiful of all sunsets,
/ A blush of pink, then red, a glass…
The Fourth Craw - by
‘wasnae there at a’
/
/ Too much is said about night –
/ its fullness jug-heavy with distance
/ poured out into star-mapped flight.
/
/ But in…
Charades with Freya (7) - by
Animals are easy. I can do penguin waddle,
/ hoppy frog, snappy croc. And Actions – all
/ those ings – dancing,…
The Light Streams In - by
Outside the window is spring’s long animal, / the diaphanous dragon of sunshine / flowing past.
Medallist - by
Triple goddess, three heroines in one / Rippling through water fluent as a selkie, / In your wake star-bubbles glitter…