Category: Poems

The root of the candle burns down into the wax and glows with lustre and light. Our eyes shine with warmth as it burns and burns down into its grave of fuel.

Nothing moves the tree in the pavement is a cut-out the sky above its ceiling all is airless a photograph of night funeral Nothing moves the world locked in the key of anonymous night sound

Sleep not willing to bed with me I rose and sought the soft folds of water. Eyes to the stars I floated in the cool white sent by streetlights over wall and water. Suddenly the

Though he did not know it Though he did not know it the beggar who crutched his way up the middle of the road in the middle of the night sounded like the electric fence

The blow to the floorboard above dislodges a cockroach  to fall to where it races as my shoe aims to save its life and kick it out the door as the 3 a.m. music takes

in air, happily haphazard, the moth; in water, a narrowing circle to death – the wings lose powder and power. lifting the smudging thing is a small mercy in the pool of the world where

My lady in wisps has the smallest of lips her body’s a perfection from the nose to the tips My lady in plaits now does her own straps runs wild when she can has no

(Written after an article decrying the task was put up on the staffroom noticeboard) We have recently read of the trials of invigilation loaded with a heap of righteous indignation and it’s about time we

In comfort of rooms lit with white the people move together and apart to talk pleasure and sense in the evening’s company. But when the lights go out breath fractures, words die and anxiety spreads

(While invigilating and seeing a poster of Soogdiere – mammals ) Glossary- to be read before commencing the poem. maanhaarwolf   –   aardwolf ysbeer               – polar bear kameelperd      – giraffe           ystervark          – porcupine rolystervark