Fool-Takes-All

Dragging grudge-fossil boned,

Battleship-anchor, chain-jointed carcass

In hopeless pursuit of sleep’s

Elusive dryad dancers;

Through the glades, along the rides

Of silent, silver-filtered, star-starved

Low Moon Forestlands.

Aching, desperate and needy

Stumbling, heavy-hearted, heavy-eyed;

Robbed of breath and energy,

Chasing mocking shadows-in-shadow.

I mean only to join, befriend,

Embrace the gentle faerie waltzers

Who skitter away, giggling at my plight,

Leaving only teasing waymark arrows that

Point to the trip-root, winding ways that

Lead to Fool-Takes-All, here-too-soon

Exhaustion’s Dawn.

 

Morning everyone …

16/8/13

The Dew-Jam Bush

Yesterday morning,

Before the courting magpie-monkeys

Ferried the dawn sun into the sky,

I hung my ear on a branch

Of the island dew-jam bush.

Hung it high so I would hear

Horizon-hidden good news breaking,

Your sigh-long sigh of relief,

Your big-beam smile.

5/4/2013