i

…dangled by purple pentacles,  dragon-bladed barbs
over the snow spun path of lovers;
trees heart’s depths sawn by bladed words
wry, earthen ages of leafy decay & dawn-
nutted together where centuries overlap.

…life bleeds into life in the succession  of dreams,
hopes flounder from the far trails
sky brought forward into watery details:
the seer’s bowl brimmed…

…scratched, unwritten yet stilly
encaptured flared lashes
the cloaky blue by smoked out bees of fury
hollowed out by anger’s hacksaw to be
molten in unworked forgiveness
undelivered flint sparked the welcome giantism
that blended their two figures in the mythical waters
two enfolded as many fibres aquatic antiquities …

ii

Seeped to coloury perfection,
tree trunk saturated by centuries climate
swollen two ink-spots
fallen before pen found paper
words never fulfilling their destined route writhe
in rhythms wrended as branches
a wood dark with fear trembled by time.

… where did the clouds go when the words did not
take the right shape?

We clamour to take three chances past the
three choices –
tryst or trio afterward as moon risen a
child rose pink-plated to exalt
upon a sanctified parlour for preemptory courtyard arrivals

iii

Agitate sky, a lance or a crow,
Neglected, a drum bursts in the rose’s heart
When banquet turned into field
And fields caroused a muddy maiden’s shoe
to have two shoes unhoused
in flaken shift-fallen leaf chaos

iv

Moon appellation palour …impales,
imprint of doves flattens the metal sky
muses spew from mountains branched in cloud
and so precipitate new letters
for the chapter of the rain
wherein the newness of love’s coiled spring
reclines her hand’s depths
to ropes within roses of the rush
wring nonchalant vines
while he falters unswung to reach
Gilda of moonstaff fame

v

Disparate garments dry on branches,
Before he leaves he fills the bottle in the stream of honey-water,
Swordened to make haste night had drawn a cloak of moths,
From the taste of lips in velvet rushes
To plush sighs untasted by love,
Pushed into the ivy death-sought embraces,
a verdure chamber to sanctify the love of wizards
now a goblin of smoke clamors in the gold haystack,
a greener love unwittingly sought and brought.