Poetry

A story of trees

Like two phoenixes who have been mated their whole, long lives

we will rise up from our ashes

and carve out space for ourselves

in dark, lichen covered trunks.

Our arms will wrap around each other

in an eternal hug

which will become an eden for birds and squirrels and bees.

From the strength and solidness of our roots

we will remain side by side forever,

entangled in a shower of leaves and blossom.

 

Poetry

A bard’s touch

I took my heart out of its familiar cage and realised

the rose quartz it was carved from had turned clear.

I watered it with food dye and rose petals,

patience and strawberry jam.

It refused to change back.

 

You noticed this distilling and saw my distress,

examining its mineral structure to suggest

things that might return its colour.

 

It worked, but instead of becoming rose,

it morphed permanently from quartz

into the deepest ruby.

The same carat as your heart.

Poetry

Two’s company

Let us chime together,

stepping forth into the hour

where all time stands still.

Our fingers can link, we will be grafted.

Your warmth radiating into me and

my warmth radiating into you.

Our lips may not touch,

but our minds will.

We can speak until the hour is up

or we can be silent.

Lack of words is not lack of companionship.

In that moment, we can be constant.

We can be us.