May Queen

 And so we come to the end of the dread days.

May brings blossoms and sometimes rain.

The Cailagh cackles. Her twigs are crackling

in her hearth, dry and needless of restocking.

Endless ticks and tockings as the days hurry past.

The Sun seems anxious to grow, anxious to set,

but her days of maturity aren't even halfway over yet. 

Bring fire and spin this wheel’s turn.

Wish away the memories of winter.

Let her savage kisses burn

and cover me with sacred blisters.

Abstract Spring

 Laundry lots and sunny spots and warmth outside our windows - 

open now. New ideas, bicycle rituals and clearance.

In more ways than one.

Innocent individuals chase innocent dreams.

I would the world be with them. 

Kathleen

In this tempestuous Spring I'm spinning

untethered, buffeted and way off course, of course. 

These searing winds bring new beginnings, 

weather muffling their message into Morse.

Rat a tat tat! It's only that 

I can't work out where the letters start and end.

It's murky down there. You'd better be smart and bend

your knees to prevent 

the seas reaching you.

Roll with each roll,

you can't control it.

Ten tonnes of emotional ballast beneath us,

we wait for the skies to clear.