Finders Keepers and Sold

Finders Keepers

I am still alive

Yearning

Injection of thick honey

Trickling through my veins

If only I could 
Dip 
My heart in its amber

Sketch the contour 
Of your features

With the abandon

Of a child playing at faces

But I don’t hold the cast

Of this imprint

So every day

I trace my lines anew

Every day

Anew

Tender labour

In love

Finders keepers

Sold

(By Gub, the 2nd of December, 2009)

I sold my heart

for a pound

of honey

I saw you fold

the note

in two

creased

in half

inside your purse

Yellow

magma

flowed

over

my porridge

my toast

and my mug

tea sweet tea

in six days

the nectar

was gone

the jar empty

so

empty

The note

you stowed

husbanded

resourceful

expanded

leavened

bread

and I

now hungary

beg

to be fed

and eye your fortune.

you smile

and with hands

outstretch

pass back my

heart

from

your chest

keeper

of love's

honey

under lock

or key

I am

for you

captive

trade

yes

never

to be

free.

Water-break-its-neck

This image
Perfect mould

Holy Grail of the soul

Your love 
Bestowed 

Light mist of 
Gold rain

Making everything 
Vibrant

Bold

Elegant construction

Detailed music

Cascading down

Polishing slates 
In the mountain crown.

Yet we still struggle ahead

Amongst ancient branches dripping in moss

Even when the path is cut

Balance 
May not found

Loneliness cannot be

Pinned to the ground

By beauty 
And surrender.

We hesitate

We lean against old bark

And forget within reach 
A steady arm

Through avoidance 
Our perpetual fear is thus marked.

Love isn’t always 
An accessible passage

To the waterfall of joy.

And when we try to describe 
What’s at stake

When we try to define 
Just how much courage it does take

To trust, to love, to stay awake

Words ridicule the beauty

And it’s just

Water-break-its-neck.

Winter’s walk

By Gub

This wet water

Wall

With lightening ice

Lacing ferns that

Dangle

Daggers

Could fall.

We pass

Three generations

You and I

Paternal father

And son

Crawl

Slip-shod

With dog

Dynastic leap frog

Trusses

Time into a

Ancestral

Triple jump

The moss flecked

Antlers of the trees

Molecular model of

Of things we cannot see

Our universe

Expanded

And shrunk

Beneath the cloaked

Shadows

Of green-caped trunks

Winter’s

Walk

Past frozen water

A memory

To set us free..