Monday, 16 November 2015


I watch her shuffle
from inspiration to boredom
flour dusts the floor
slippered footprints map the triangle
fridge to sink to hob
the flickering neon
lights up my  appetite
the kitchen takes on artistry
a dutch masterpiece brought to life
feathered game flops among onions
herbs, bright green, a plenty
and maybe
 a speckled egg
rests on a delft blue dish
I lick my lips
awaiting partridge heart and lights.


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Sunday, 1 November 2015

Soft Luck

                      photo credit Elaine Usdin

Soft Luck 

I see you in my dreams
disappearing around corners
or pressed  disdainfully
under fallen leaves
that hump and fall to your silhouette
darkness smells of mushrooms and scurrying mice  
the heavy sky the blackest blue
like day old bruises
and silent 
my toes curl into dirt
scarlet nails grim at the edges
i shift fore and back
a dance of indecision
a rabbit foot necklace between my breasts
grey and soft with luck.

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Wednesday, 21 October 2015


she crept up slowly
lost swallows the harbinger
of days closing rank
auburn seeps through green
as clothes discarded
with quiet abandon.

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Lay me down.

as the summer evening draws in
memories filter through the fading light
of my days in the beds of peonies
gathered petals strewn  on the ground
i lay in a magenta grace
listening to swifts chattering their gossip
and the cry of the red kite
soaring the heavens
perfumed air a constant
(now a candle burns of peach and tamarind)
as the sun is a fickle partner.

Sunday, 9 August 2015


one day
will be able
to forget
that you fill
my mind
with inappropriate thoughts
your words hold me hostage,
an obsession,
twisting around me
as smoke, an image in
faded silver mirrors
flit a second out of sight,
perfumes catch momentarily
just out of range
a memory hiding somewhere
my grasp gone
that place you touched now numb
the lace etched on my skin
white, delicate for you
has been made a tattoo
i wear it like a talisman for your return
i cannot let you go.

kd 9/8/15

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Thursday, 6 August 2015

new dawn

i am the wild thing that sleeps deep within you
curled dormant for the moment
thread blooms of rose madder through my hair
weave oat grass wreaths to set at my feet
breath the earth
deep and pungent
worm casts dried and scattered to the winds

scar your knees
as you pray to the earth
rise bloodied
stretch free
for a new dawn.

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Tuesday, 21 July 2015


i saw the scars on your hands
relics of past disasters
a map of an untold tale
secrets hidden behind blue
the skylight of your misdemeanors
leave me
your beauty
I look to the heights
the dust of pine
and scented cedar
filter down
settling on my shoulders.

KD 21/7/15

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