Poetry

I’ll keep any poetry I write on this page rather than scattered all over the place now :)

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