Learning to be an angel

Step one; Fall.
Down, far.
Further than you thought you could,
until you shatter at the bottom of the void into a thousand and one pieces.

Step two; Gather your pieces together.
Find only, precisely, one thousand.
Spend eternity searching for that final, missing one.

Step three; realise that you will never be as you were.

Step four; rail against the world.
Let that fury burn you clean.
Let the flames kiss away the ashes and leave you,
shining black and pure,
in the arms of the night.

Step five; Notice that,
in the space left by that missing piece of you,
a star has made its home.


~ 10th January 2017


Fucking Flowers

Whichever way the wind blows
in a valley in the spring,
you’re getting pollinated.
To be precise;
fucked by flowers.

I fall in love at every scented petal
dog roses growing wild
seduce me
as I wander the fields,
breathing in their…
… blessings,
until paroxysms pulse through
my flesh
in a moment of release.

Does hayfever make one an ecosexual?

~Beltane 2018

Forgotten Pockets

I find my skin
hiding in the attic,
dusty with memories.
I almost dive through the door then and there,
but I am sensible,
and it is a long way to fall.

‘Twas a robin told me
where most skins are kept,
as in the garden I wept for something I could barely recall.
I’d always thought of myself as
a dreamer. One who keeps precious things
like wishes and prayers
safe in their pocket
ready to pull out and savour
or follow
whenever the sun blinks.
Turns out I’d left them in the wrong pockets.
Who forgets which skin their Dreams are dwelling in?

I found my sealskin in the attic,
dusty with memories
and weighed down with half-eaten dreams.

Funny thing about dreams;
the teeth marks come right out with
a bit of love and elbow grease.

~11th November 2017

Unwanted Attentions

Turn your coat now inside out,
to send their glance around you.
Hold an iron nail close,
to pin you to the ground.
Rowan hung above the door,
will keep their hounds at bay,
and blessed salt marks boundaries,
to send them on their way.
Wouldn’t it be right and sweet
if this worked on mere mortals?
Seems like only Faery folk
behave just like they ought to.


~ Winter Solstice 2017

from the collection All That Glitters

The Changeling Child

One eye brown and one eye green,
cheekiest child that you’ve ever seen,
oak’s ancient knowing held deep in those dreams,
strange for a small one, not quite as he seems.
Do not be wary, do not take fright,
if you care for him always he’ll keep safe the night,
but if you would rather a meek child returned,
then fair’s our exchange, so you’ll lose what you’ve learned.

~ Winter Solstice 2017

from the collection All That Glitters

Looking for Faeries

For glint of glitter in the air,
the flash of light that has no care,
for Tinkerbell and Barker’s Fae
I’d search and search both night and day.

Deep in hedges, high in trees,
thorn-scratched palms and muddied knees,
never once a-wavering
I knew I’d find my Faery Kin.
I knew that Oberon was near,
I knew Titania’s voice I’d hear,
I knew the whispers on the wind,
would delight and magic bring.
I held no thought of wishes three
nor gifts brought from the fae to me,
all I sought for hard and long,
was to learn that magic song,
just to feel enchantment’s grace,
and magic’s kiss upon this place,
I had no doubt that it was near,
and so I hunted with no fear.

Finally my wish was granted,
in my heart the knowledge planted,
underneath the old Yew-tree
their light arrived surrounding me.
I read them poems, sang them songs,
they took me to their realm ‘ere long,
and I learned to walk the ways
‘tween faery twilight and our days.

One word of warning I will share,
if you take magic in your care,
a changeling you will always be,
always betwixt and wandering.
Never home in either place
but blessed with sweetest faery grace,
one foot planted in each world,
whichever way they twist and turn…


Once they’ve caught you you are theirs,
and not all that glitters does play fair,
so if you choose enchantment’s grace,
know there’s a price that you must pay.
But even with that warning told,
I know what they knew of old,
the cost indeed it may be high,
but with their blessing you will fly.
And once you’ve been there you will find,
you could not leave that bliss behind…


Winter Solstice 2017

from the collection All That Glitters

A pixie philosophising looks much like the pontification of a poet…