The Poetry Marathon

Conjurer of crows

you sabotage the saboteur

in all of us.

Though you’ve never gone to war

you’re

Psyche’s Soldier

i see you training every morning

airboxing the west wind

jumping through hoops

kicking dams and cyclones

you  get it:

put the body through

utter turmoil

so that the heart

never has to go to war

Conjurer-

Shooting through bamboo

Jungles’ new landlord arrives

Monkey finds lost shoe

Slow dancing with you

The stain of your tenderness

Lipstick can’t compete

Broad leaf falls from bridge

hat for a tiny squirrel

random umbrella

Midnight tanguera

Lithe torch song  anthologist

Heels tapping on roofs

Strewn with daffodils

flanked by the Firth’s two bridges

My forever home

We stop on the bridge

my face cupped deep in your hands

voracious Bear Hug

we drive through Princeton

you hold my hand as you steer

Twin candles flicker

Daughter of dragons

you fly beneath the North Sea

Selkie carousel

The sky’s a mirror

My inner impressionist

awakens azure