Friday 12 October 2012

Lost,


he looked into a compass face:

East – the clarity of morning
North – a thump of afternoon
South – the warmth of midday love
West – a poignancy of sunset

… and a little face
winked back, lit up by
midnight’s grinning moon,
asked a tiny question;
‘which direction mate?’

‘Matey, which direction?’

Tuesday 9 October 2012

Fatherhood


Originally Pinocchio
twitched and danced like Neo;

caught inside a matrix
of jerky little puppets.

Giuseppe and Marius
saved their special lads:

Pinocchio and Neo
also saved their Dads.