Here it comes

Hold your breath

Close your eyes

Count to 10

Hope it passes

And maybe

If you’re lucky

It will never come again

The prairie is cold today

Brown with the white of snow

Filling in the gaps between dead grass

And falling from the grey skies

As large flakes dancing in the wind

As if to whisper in your ear

“You can be alone here in this place

The last person left peaceful on earth”

And you will not be mourned

When finally you have gone

For this is the way of all things

That have roamed across this flat earth

Near the end of icy winter

When life prepares to wake one more

There is breathing

In this early morn

Quietly in and out

Marking time

And i synchronize with it

Becoming one

For a moment

A rope was cut

When i wasn’t looking

And i am drifting away

Untethered to the skies

Up to the cold and lonely places

Beyond where the birds are

Beyond where the air is

It is dark in this space

You watcher in the dark

I see your shape at night

Coveting my heart’s treasure

And seeking to wrap it

In your old wyrm flesh

Jealous beast

You would consume my world

If not for the fear

That sits in your black centre

May it eat you alive

She is up

And her familiar

Is a shadow

Cast in caramel

And following at her feet

Communicating the day

One meow at a time;

This is love and dependence

Pressed paws into the heart

Inseparable

As some of you know I have embarked on a poetry project this year in which I have committed to writing at least one poem a day (whether I like it or not). So far this has been an enriching and rewarding experience which continues.

I have decided that I will call the collection Anno Vitae: A Year of Life and will publish it as my fourth poetry collection in early 2026. Very exciting.

I always appreciate feedback so feel free and comment or message me here on the blog.

Cheers.

it is a day
like any other day
is it a perfect day?
is it a round
and endless day?
an eternal day
whose completion
and circumference
is lost
somewhere in the future?
it is a day
like any other day

Blood is taken

From the stronger

And given to the weaker

The one dying

That they might live

Because of you

And what you have

Leaving you weaker

But only for a time

Never used to be

Fragile as a frozen bubble

Falling fast to earth

Waiting for the shattering

But some things change

Like flesh after the fire

Is more sensitive than before

Never used to be

Fragile as a crescent moon

Almost gone

Hanging in the sky

By a thread

But things change

And we jump at shadows

In the dark