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Echo beach far away in time
THE BORD BARD this hidden cornucopia cove south facing abandoned bleached shells on this hot shingled shore I lay down in a shady spot surrounded by greenery next to this salty see-through shallow sea I am sedated by soft scent swallows swoop on craggy cliff tops the hot sun bellows like an iron mongers forge thoughts of lovers past bear down on me and I become quite lost |
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Heron's wing BORED BARD the slow flapping of a heron's wing on this wet forest floor the sun spitting a thousand beams fanning out into infinity on this wet forest floor the the hairs on your kiwi skin fanning out into infinity they are prickling my senses the hairs on your kiwi skin globules of damp moisture they are prickling my senses creating layers of watery acrid scent globules of damp moisture my fingers delve deep into the forest floor creating layers of watery acrid scent tearing gently least it should grow my fingers delve deep into the forest floor sun spitting into a thousand beams tearing gently least it should grow the slow flapping of a heron's wing |
Halloween the wind rides-bareback inside opaque skies fireflies flick-flicker the moon runs riot through the gaps negative clouds clash with positive intentions the landscape lights up wobbling momentarily green then skeletal black leaving behind the phosphorescent outlines of witches stirring their luke-warm cauldrons thunder breaks broomsticks scatter and all that hubble bubble the charente sky the white clouds are held by invisible threads they are cold and lonely they rarely talk they juggle for position yet they seldom touch there's not a cloud that looks out of place “sometimes” they erupt into a time-lapse slow motion the thermals hold their bases quite flat I watch the sky for the smallest imperfections but there are none “then” he pulls away in first leaving behind a trail of carbon black stone chippings mixed with tar followed by comet's trail of black particulates and nitrogen oxides he swerves just as the the lorry driver gives him “the finger” the clouds pause and then carry on regardless for they really don't really give a shit |
