Sweet Ginger Beer & A Tall Ship

Telling stories through a bottle

sweet pressed ginger beer and a tall ship

sailing through the heart lines

of a dozen young girls, listening

while the elders talk amongst themselves

ignoring the requirement to teach the uninitiated

our daughters, imagining a timeless connection to this island

grow up restlessly in cycles of desire

plastic bottle on the foreshore

washed up inside the spirit home of our present day

recycling on the way home

another evening out

 

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Time to Dream

Time to dream
Pausing in the midst
Of the compulsive unleashing
Coal furnaces burning through the night, relentless
Into centuries-old production, ceaseless
We, liberated from feudal shackles
Exchanged freedom’s potential
For collective exhaustion
Lined faces, eyes dulled
Scanning the trees for signs of life
In the vast expanse of a Royal Park
A green parakeet
Red beaked in winter arbor
Nature channeled into sinewy cords
Wrapped tight around my hands
I require
A deeper wildness
An unexpected sleep
A powerful dream
Carved into an arc of time, traced across the bedroom wall
A sigh of recognition
In the still afternoon

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Sweetly Enveloped

What’s fresh
Will turn,
The sandy walls
Of our chamber
Echoing a Moroccan romance
Where we conceived our child
They go, become
The space
Of another pair of lovers
Still. Though. I
Continue to make plans
The being of my liveness
Requires a home
To be remade
And so, grateful
I make the bed
Sweetly enveloped
In the repetition of past domesticity
Those months went fast
Remembering, touched
By the warm glow
Summer sun
Open window

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