elixir deep in the sacred centre of my genesisthe root of my craeb the fountain of my spiritthe loud-crying stone of my validationthe spark of my flame’s ignitionthere are my many destinies, infinite and eternal like seeds sometimes I feel I could reach through the marbled liquid layers of my years to the first cry […]Read More elixir, a poem
i’ve listened to the scientists and this is my reply; respectfully i must advise, we don’t see eye to eye. my animistic atoms making predetermined shapes, mechanically intending everything from stars to apes, just flout the simple sanity of your established science and seem to treat the ‘evidence’ with cavalier defiance. you […]Read More turtles all the way – er – in.
they gathered like a zodiac
round sacred uluru,
and talked and planned and danced and sang
and made strong magic, too.
like the rays of the sun
we began as one
containing within us
the essence of all.
high flying on swift winds
of wonder and amazement
in the sky cathedral
of the many minds
i am made equally of quiet yet shining fire
fanned by the breath of the brightening sky
the jewels of life are a-blaze in my slow, in my cool, green flame.
the dragon paused and her wild line
of spark enclosed a dark flame-shine
and she scathingly said with never a word
that never gong’s song was ever so heard
yelling or spelling or telling the young
spark upon dark of the ancient rare
crackle and glitter of reactive air
which from stillness and silence is wrung.
This is whitefella magic. By agreement
he’s ceased to exist. He has walked
off the edge of existence and no one
left alive mentions anything about it
she set the dial for ancient gaul
a thousand years bc
a flash, a zoom, a swish, a whisk,
and there at once was she.Read More tammy’s time machine
oh it’s good to be a fish and i’ve heard some wish
they could fly where the eagle soars
but i’d rather be a cat all shiny and fat
with me paws full of awesome claws.
in my orchard the hawthorn is fruitful. frogs nestle at its root, it is shining
and all the sweet birds sing