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We walk at night my girl and I
and talk of life and love’s sweet ache,
beneath a silver dusted sky.

Half-summoned by the nightjar’s cry,
uncertain of which path to take,
we walk at night my girl and I,

unhook and take apart the lie,
unravel every dark mistake,
beneath a silver dusted sky.

Answers sought in every sigh,
curiosity’s thirst to slake,
we walk at night my girl and I,

discarding every alibi,
false promises we now forsake
beneath a silver dusted sky

Despite nocturnal lovers’ cry,
soft-sullen moon upon the lake,
we walk at night my girl and I
beneath a silver dusted sky.


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​It has taken until now to begin;
for my throat to form the sounds,
my mouth to mimic
the shifting shapes of sorrow
and release them into the air.

I am an infant, grappling
with the birth of language;
each word connecting
and disconnecting me
to and from myself.

Love letters crawl from the
tar pit. Black, sticky,
coated with grief, they slip
beneath triangles that
no longer tessellate.

As the banshee leaves
all that remains in the
blonde light of morning
is a girl, so much stronger
than me before you.

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Y Ddraig

Worm's Head

I’ve looked at it from many angles,
this two-headed serpent that the Vikings
named ‘dragon’.

A thirty year gaze from my own quiet shores
and then briefly, lovingly,
from yours.

I turn it often in my hands;
some days a smooth, silver sadness,
others a jagged saw

that drags at my skin
as a sharp wind claws
at Dylan’s ‘slipping stones’.

I watch it now

from the safety of the West,
the sun sinking behind me,

and as the tide begins to fall
I realise that I have never seen it
from the sea.

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She runs a bath to break the silence,
watched only by a silver-framed
sullen moon.

They sit, at opposite ends
of a warm thought, until words
tumble into soft vanilla light.

Her back moulded to his chest,
he washes her hair, long fingers
untangling caffles.

Intimacy lifts the grey weight
of the day, her transient relief
trickling unseen.


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We close our eyes and kiss in caves,
seek refuge in the ‘you and me’ –
asylum from the dervish sea.

Swept swift and beached by brutal waves,
broken, shattered, pieces scattered,
and all the while Plath’s Mad Girl raves.

Hush, hideaway so none can see
we close our eyes and kiss in caves.


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The sound arrives
on the tail of rain;
low-level hum
held in fiddlehead cocoons.

We listen, rapt,
as tender vibrations
climb velvety stems
bathed in long summer light

and as I lay half-curled
in the crook of your smile,
we turn our arms to the sun
and let the newness unfurl.

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Kissing Zephyrus and The Art of Wearing Sandals


You teased me
as I tripped down the boardwalk,
through wind-blown dunes
in unsuitable shoes.

Words tumbled
across rough-hewn pine,
our newness palpable
in candlelit tales.

I felt the sand shift
as I wiggled my toes
– a habit from childhood
when laughter laced my days –

and again, later,
as you crossed the sky,
pulled a star from the roof of the world
and glistered my lips with a kiss.

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Thirteen, wrapped in spider milk dreams,
she steps from the kerb, warning unheard
beneath melodies and verse.

She remembers it hard;
metal-glass shards of light,
sun bright, plucking at tearless eyes.

Years pass, everything fades,
even the blade that snaked from her
quiet throat past whalebone white.

And still, as she dreams, she steps
from the kerb, warning unheard
beneath sonnets and song.

This time, no metal chassis,
just his hard body slamming
into her small, soft frame.

He takes her, broken and bruised,
while she chases her mind
through sunflower fields

her tongue catching
on one beautiful word
after another.

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Though it remains unnamed,
it is enough to know
that in the rock and the roll of it,
the losing control of it,

between the hushed ‘fucks’
and the guttural cries,
the gaze exchanged
between unguarded eyes

it is there
and there
and there.

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The Scientist

carina 2

‘stars are sometimes born in the midst of chaos’


I lay on my back for half a century,
believing the universe to be a quiet place,
still, steady, constant;
the sun, its brightest sphere.
Static nights, spent on the cool, brown earth,
gravity pinning me to feather-green blades,
breath held, so as not to ripple the cosmos
and blow away the stars.


But now you tell me it is chaos out there,
that Orion’s Belt is full of stellar nurseries;
collapsing clouds of gas and dust,
pockets of space jettisoning new life
into a glittering sky full of
supernova shockwaves
and percussive solar winds;
a symphony of energy and light.


Here, as we commune
beneath the inky coverlet of night;
binary stars orbiting our shared passions,
you show me Carina Nebula;
four million times more luminous
than the solitary sun,
and finally I can breathe
without fear of scattering the stars.


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