Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Buzzing Dreams


Read me a book to help me sleep
and reach into the honeypot of night,
dip my sweet finger to the task,
until I ask no more before the night.
Trace round the sweetness of my mouth,
arousing dreams of bees and nectar flowers.

Read softly to my buzzing hive,
as strays arrive, to settle cool at night.
Dim in the evening light, I slow,
so anger slumbers deeper in the night.
Grace beeswax round my honeycomb,
then shades will roam around a storybook.

Read, late and early, as I drift
within those shifting phantoms of the night.
Dream petals to my fingertips
and sipping cups in luminous tanned night.
Erase dull hips and bloated seeds
and read my peaceful sleep in candlewax.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Righto, it won't let me upload pics now! Groan. No idea what setting is wrong...

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Rainbow near Lavenham.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

At Horsey Mere

ECHOTAIN (At Horsey Mere)  Wendy Webb

 Merely shaping favoured Guinevere
to Horsey’s Camelot-tales of womanhood:
no time to canter among the reeds
in rising heat of summer’s height,
seeking hides and spying birds.
When this bird side-saddles a feminine mount,
armoured in outsize lifejacket,
gently rocked by breezing mere…
a sailor rocks and lance-rows manhood,
charges across to gentler reeds and sun, beating sun
on golden hair, cheeks flushed with pregnancy.
Whinnied satisfaction, eight-months’ ripe like handkerchief
speared, labouring not a muscle in the midwife of a hull
to consummate eyes of love.
Golden fulfilment of Horsey Mere
rocking and rowing to a gallop
as the late sun cools
to skittish breeze, worrying foul-mood surface,
a mere hint of concern
whether oars could spur faster, fleeter,
slicing surf to stress swords’ homeward shore;
to moor along the creek of Horsey Windmill.
A picture postcard token scene
for tea or ice creams’ gentle drift
of muscles sheathed but wasted
like Lancelot’s gallantry.