Poetry

I’ll keep any poetry I write on this page.

Contents:

Indecisive

Indecisive, they claim, is all that I am,
Although others will say I’m unbending.
For while often I make - and stick to - decisions,
My conclusions are often too fluid.

While I’ve planned for years a creative career,
The specifics swing often as moods.
With others I’m sure I can love and make love,
Alas preference and number: uncertain.

My usual café - surely they know my order;
Not so - I can’t help but change it.
My god, gods or nil – an easy decision,
If only I could declare: “that’s the case”.

I’m the All-in-One Soap, the Ten Colour Pen,
I’m someone ticking Other too often.
“A phase - insecurities - your desire to please!”,
I reply “I just can’t fit precise labels”.

Folktale

A needle in a haystack
counting grains of rice
sorting files in an archive
the beauty in the vice

my whole being for a moment
a second for relief
I wish for a second
I could find a cloverleaf

an embrace through flames
swan princes, thistle vests
someone stolen at the crossroads
in the fae realm she rests

are they fae or changeling
or human just the same
whispers in the forest
become free once again