Small limbs, Gripping the surface Sticking to glass Fingers that struggle, And strain Against purposeful gravity If they lose their… Read more Purpose
Category: Green swamp road
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
Spark
Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark
Little paths
Little paths Wind up the hillside Traced in the grass by little feet Guided darkly By aromatic pathways The colour… Read more Little paths
Tighearnan John Kelly 