29 January 2015

hollow tree


this hollow tree

how many of my years

can i not recall
 

ghost marks


just ghost marks on my forearms i didn't know the word kireji then
 

snowdrops at


snowdrops

at the graveside

my knuckles white

with cold
 

two things


 
Ah. Homemade

spicy beetroot soup.


I'm a vampire

but at least I use

a bowl and spoon.
 




Platehenge

on the draining board.

Tiny druids holding

tiny cloths.
 

 

faltering


faltering resolutions the roof gutters still full of last year's leaves
 

not quite


not quite a frost

my night train of thought

leaves brightly lit

and empty
 

work done


work done

my shadow reaches

the sunlit laurels