A fresh breeze And the hope that joy brings us Will settle on the field Beyond the singing trees Like… Read more A clean slate
Category: Green swamp road
Fingerprints of spring
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
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
Tighearnan John Kelly 