by heather | Nov 17, 2012 | Poems
Dangerous lives, these quiet ones who steep their feelings like tea, untasted and stored deep, brewing at a low simmer, until the pungent odour wafts – no, it assails the room, a chemical chess game where all the moves involve surrender. A dozen...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
With breath inside my breath, I nod to all the teachers who live inside me; their flexible minds, lithe bodies and ambrosia hearts move me in ways I cannot move but do, even if the mirror can’t capture my tiny shifts. They love me, even the ones...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
I don’t want to pray for the unlovely, the known mess, a tangle of threads complex and impervious. I prefer ladies in distress who live far away, or hang from clean turrets, prefer the noble trees in other backyards that need protecting, the...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
What is a spell if not a lightening rod for yearning, a vessel for collecting the energy of ages, an envelope for carrying the meeting place of tendrils? Distilled wordlets bathed in vision simmered in wisdom poured into being to quench a waiting thirst. ...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
Red-gold journeying, carrying ripe seeds, the salmon seems to push its way to where it needs to go; but strength is in its willingness to be thrown high by water, to let itself be slapped on the belly, moved forward into the unknown. There is work here, a...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
They dance from nowhere planned, these bright butterflies in different colours, sometimes in pairs or small groups or in unexpected clouds. Honoured by their flight, the collector has shrugged off her net, dropped her pins, lost the need to mount them on the...
