Five hundred fingers With oily intent Leave firm whorled prints On bare skin Seeping into the bones And wrapping over… Read more Fingerprints of spring
Category: Green swamp road
Mudlark
Permanently ruffled, Pointedly calling, Moving proudly, He jousts with lazy passing boots A mournful song, Echoes across the afternoon Waiting… Read more Mudlark
Purpose
Small limbs, Gripping the surface Sticking to glass Fingers that struggle, And strain Against purposeful gravity If they lose their… Read more Purpose
The tower
The door is always dark Or never there at all Imperceptible, It leaks through a pin prick Dense dark droplets… Read more The tower
Easy
When the heart is weighted Gravity will swing towards failure The simple truth It is not easy to accept oblivion
Tighearnan John Kelly 