Tuesday 11 September 2018

Party

Pry words
like stubborn
mussels off my tongue

It’s been this way
from before I
can remember

You see me
seek anchor
wispy plastic bag
in the swell

Wander my way
you lonely island




Monday 3 September 2018

Sugar on Lemon

You can still just 
about pinch at summer
if you’re nimble
and are able
to sprinkle imagination
sugar on lemon
sun on cold steps

You can still just
about scratch out affection
if you’re sanguine
and are able
to see beyond lost time
sugar on lemon
white wine on ice