unconditional

Could.
Its sound is hard
like a tool
slicing through turf
exposing the meaty density
of life.
Cold, calculating
and probably
too late.

Should
is soft, sodden,
like wet snow
falling from
the roof.
A dithering
guilt-ridden
afterthought.
Definitely
too late.

Would
has a dull sound
like a steak 'tenderizer'
beating the Hell
out of possibilities
and walking away
wiping hands
on a well-used
cloth.

All contain
a silent 'l'.
Let's use that L
for love.

Home Alone In A Storm

Home Alone in a Storm

Pebble dash dreams

rattle the window

sheet rain slashes

the inky mire.

I lie in my clay house,

my safe house,

still awake,

and yearn,

as the storm prowls

the walls,

yearn for his company

like a stove yearns a flame

The Moon, The Owl and The Nightingale

The moon,
yesterday's fool,
wanders,
now rather beaten on one side.
Past her bloom
she glows less bright,
destined to follow her path.

An owl hoots from high
in the bone-white
eucalyptus tree
breaking the silence
repeating, repeating,
to wit, to woo

And then the nightingale,
that seasonal opportunist,
chants from the lower woodlands.
Soft, chirpy bursts
of pure song.
I am the one, choose me,
let me be your destiny.

The owl moves on
her voice comes
from across the hillside,
and mole-crickets
begin their racket.

The ancient songs
of call and response
through the night continue.
Nature holds us lightly
that we may taste freedom
as we pound our paths
to home.

A Little Flash of Light

Wordle 249

A little Flash Of Light

Apparently

At that moment

Of grace,

When sperm

Joins egg,

There is a flash

Of light.

The fire is kindled

A cell is created,

Becomes many.

From a glint in the eye

To a silken-skinned child.

A boundless journey

From light

To light

Mandala Doodles

In the Beginning

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I have been doodling with some new pencils by Derwent called 'Inktense'. They look like ordinary colouring pencils but then you paint over them with a wet brush and their colour intensifies and when it dries it is permanent. Lots of fun. I have been browsing through a book of ancient mandalas from Tibet and China and Japan, and found some of the details quite inspiring.

Wordle 208

Awake, spirit!

Hear the breeze

That whistles

Through the cracks.

The heat has

Led you astray.

You staggered

Seeking shade

From any angle,

Bruising your instinct

Hampering your sight.

Tilt your hat

And reach the safety

Of the deep, leafy glade.

Smile and know

You are saved.

wordle 207

Where was the werewolf
When we needed him?
Off playing with Barbie dolls
With his sisters
And here we are, blind as bats
And branded as witches
Not a spell working
To free us
He alone had the ear of the master
Learnt all the words
Hunted out the scorpion of sorcery

Then used it
For heart breaks,
Cup cakes
And the resurrection of a pet rabbit.

(warewolf, dolls, resurrection, heart break, ear, blind, scorpion, ball,
branded, hunted, alone, witches, spells)