That Man is Ticking

Thank you to The Drabble for featuring my poem!

That man is ticking
His eyes stare – straight –
A child smiles
On a dandelion green,
Sunlight dances
On top of a puddle.
All unseen.
When he lies
Eyes shut tight,
Dew-laiden dandelions,
Glisten –
Over what has been,
Not might.

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Nocturnal Circuits

My brain buzzes madly,

The flickering hum

Like a bulb not quite yet secure in its socket.

It craves a rest,

To cool down,

Let the calm, restore of darkness,

Dissipate the heat.

To feel secured and reassured,

That nocturnal thoughts,

That spark broken circuits,

Are not an omen for tomorrow.


Written in response to the Three Word Wednesday Challenge: 3WW week no. 463


What is a rock?

What is a rock

But a broken piece of earth

That crumbles, or wears down

Everyday weathering events.

What is a rock

But a solid lump of grains

That can morph, change, adapt,

Under monstrous pressure

Into beautiful planes.




A thousand tiny tongues licking,

Taste the skin,

Metallic voices ringing, pierce venom in.

Burning reds,

Cooling greens – pool out, stain.

This venom counters venom already causing pain.

The tongues taste deep,

Lick the wounds below,

Pain sterilized, brought out to light,

So healing skin can grow.

And the scars repair externally,

To ameliorate the soul.

The Daily Post’s photo challenge

Check out the photochallenge here.

The theme: Weight(less)

Weight is created by gravity. For some reason when I think of gravity, I think of the sea and the tides. The earth’s gravitational pull is responsible for the change in tidal patterns. Looking out into the sea makes me feel so grounded, it makes me aware of the tiny space I occupy on this vast planet. It makes me aware of my limitations due to the force of gravity. I cannot travel unaided into the vast expanse around me like the gull in the photo. I’ll quite happily stay put, routed to the spot on top of these dramatic cliffs. I admit I was terrified but exhilarated.    There’s a stability and feeling of presentness about standing on a giant landmass while the wind rushes around you. Its humbling.


Photograph taken at the bird cliffs in the Westfjord region of Iceland.