Thursday, 21 April 2011


Whilst I was speaking it, it came

- came out, the word I spoke with fear -

and launching easy, voyaged long,

bobbed-on without a care

although I spoke it quietly

rapidly it sped,

roaring through canals and brains

(now I’ve an empty head)

rippled in unconsciousness;

growing, changing, spun

with every breath a further gust

blowing red expansion

and onwards to andromeda

spiraling - a twist – and now – a wisp. Away.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011


I'll pen a little poem

maybe a Sonnet to stun

for the first few lines and then

turn in a new direction;

settling some innocent frame,

feeling for slowing the pace,

spinning a gut or a brain,

spiraling up and away.

Can we word-walk a moment

stuttering fast but metric,

capturing meaning from sense,

rippling along - majestic.

Smaller – growing bigger -

galaxy - nebula - Star.