Before The Word
Corn is great, on the cob or otherwise,
but before corn in the ear there was life.
Sappho To Aphrodite
Long and lonely are my nights.
Come help me Goddess, end my blight;
her absence burns me, burns my sides
with love intense.
The sea came in with her and her curved snout
and her tin coloured barnacles
and long threaded rose moles
patterned on her body.
Suddenly The Tree
The hive slept like Argus
its thousand eyes covered with bees.
Migrations are always difficult:
ask any drought,
ask the year 1947.