Penumbra Forest Tours
In wine we confuse
Confusing wine
Drinking health
Unhealthy drink
A knot wept: saw
Ariadne’s spool
Has me undone
Like snowflakes
in moonjuice
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Moon
March 31, 2015
Concerto on Haydn
Pretty bitty thoughts
Fragments glimpses flicks
Aboriginal origin
Spitting feathers…
Water, water, water sip
Quench drench slake
Insistent chump
slurp cold coffee
milky way paddle
Still life outlined
Rotten russet pippin cox
Storm laden
Cold blowy vestibule
Unclear falling out take
Blue bed and breakfast table
My pomes of desperate mornings
Do nothing, don’t enhance
They are, boy nature in a crippled dance
The circus is no place for fools
March 23, 2015
Toad Moon
palpable sea change
calypso ipso facto
red rum chronicles
March 21, 2015
beedling
remember some
name
fell off
dark rock dead surface
third stone from a sun
inconspicuous absence
heart grew heavier,
colder somehow violet
gone but just
forgotten
do not kid yourself
we are disposable stardust
March 1, 2015
Vishusss…(hit me with a flower)
So we cut the abstract,
not like light or mayhem
See that, I missed it too
Perhaps it…no
Don’t fall for that
Luxury
Turn off the light.
Shan’t see now
Angels
This is you and me
Once immediate
Like a memory
Of
Important lightning
October 10, 2014
Captain Splash!
In the dead of night,
This time of year
Destiny has gone
Rhapsody is here
Melody always is
Singing like an angel
Because she is an Angel
Harmony’s a banshee
This time of year,
In the dead of night,
October 5, 2014
Conkering
Conkers Season!
chestnuts
teeter,
Awaiting
Prep.
Schoolboy chill
Rites:
Vinegar souse,
Slow bake,
Skewer,
Twine
Lynched
Dualists
With crash-hats
begoggled
thin lipped
Engage
In phantasm
Sodium light,
venal
& splenal
grey crows
stooping prowl,
Panther black
foraging
poachers grumble,
sniffing nuts
lamped
in dreek
Soft copse
September 28, 2014
Florin
What’s the time on Dandelion?
Burning, yearning gravy waftings.
Wild Cries of joyful carwashers.
Five dimensioned rosehip cushes.
Who painted the lawn day-glow emerald?
A sporran in the night, a ptarmigan at dawn.
A creative with a sloppy bucket.
A mandarin blood orange.
July 5, 2014
Pelaton!
Galactic dawn,
wet as water:
Ponds ’r’ Us!
Like a mucky duck
the weatherman
walks on warm, thin ice,
looking up anxiously
Sees
serene green scene
creams obscene
at tulips pouting,
kind epileptic fish,
sanguine potholed saucepans
latterday Saturday vertebrae.
Endless list: catalyst.
We swoon,
shrug it off,
embrace
&
turnover leaves
July 1, 2014
Rainbow Gift
The moon is a rock,
a rock that drives the tide.
The affairs of men
must heed the tide.
An old Moon woman told me that,
I didn’t listen,
talking in runes
I concluded.
But the tide in the affairs
of this man
left me high and dry
waiting for a new moon.
Sat marooned, sat in the offing,
bobbing in the
Sea of Tranquillity.
Another man in the moon.
We are a close knit
community,
keep ourselves to ourselves
as much as we can.
Sometimes when the sun’s
brute sirocco blasts things go haywire,
but you got to take the rough
with the smooth sometimes,
whether you remember
the smooth or not.
Grimbeau 