Saturday, 20 August 2011

Prince Charming

I tie a belt around my waist

and pull its buckle tight

then turn away – a pretty prince,

imperial – and slight!

I walk into my kingdom

deliberate and cold,

showing off the new and gorgeous

purple robe I own.

But then a subject comes to call

and asks me to the Ball;

supposing I would dance and smile

(I so want to recoil)

but when they stoop and plead with me,

grovel, I say yes

and walk along my destiny

to the colour of her dress.

Thursday, 18 August 2011


Although I have a body,

no body I will be;

freedom from the tension of

a soul and vessel – me

but every body’s some body;

- a starlet or a hog

is walking through another day

and barking like a dog.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011


A dream recedes, unrealized.

Pillow clouds

race below the sky;

dip, evade, outwhisp themselves,

fan out, turn round

and coalesce

into a roof of grey.

More constant than the dreamer

who is a butterfly!