Friday, 18 May 2012

Double Dream

One day I dreamed a tiny dream
and dreamed of dreaming up a dream,
conjured from my brighter side
dancing in the high-day sun,
sand between my tiny toes,
hands and fingers up and reaching far,
far out into a web of stars.

But, in the dream, my dark side rose
and howled a wolf onto the moon,
chased a rabbit down a hole,
savage supper all I caught,
until I woke up in this dream
and jumped into a well - to cool -
before I woke up in my dream.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Facing Andrew

It’s not too easy
facing a boy
who looks at you sideways
without fear or anger
but softly and friendly
wiser in brainbox
and subtle in secret

hearing the feeling
rhythm and obvious
you and him here, now,
drilling no damage
softening edges
beating the beating,
tip, of your hardening heart.