Poems & Insights

Dream-poem,        

In a dream I was,                                                                                                                                                               

Or watching through a door ajar..

Fire glow cast on forest floor

And slow hooves a distant drum..

Mist fingering through deepest dripping forest

Sweat pheromonal

On air electric,

As ripples of movement

Sweep below heavy branches,

Bird call echoing

Danger is unavoidable.

Body on fire as senses strain outwards-

Tensed for a glimpse, a scent, a taste,

A touch of the Beloved.

 Haweswater 2015