Monday 22 June 2015

Naiad to Dryad




Water suited her,
cleaved for her,
ran off her as,
barefoot on oakleaves, the
air transmuted her from
Naiad to Dryad.





 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Saturday 13 June 2015

Lightning


Lightning lit your mouth
slowly working me, flashes
silhouetting the Mendips, your
lips, tongue, hands, eyes
coaxing my deluge just as the
rain battered Bristol and
all its surroundings.