poem
Here is one of my early efforts...
she steps onto the pavement
bird of paradise
the summer darkness
tasting of kisses and red wine
the seashells washing up
against the nightclub walls.
in the street's magic forest
the music of flutes and drums
twists
among the iron vines
and moths beat
their ancient parchment wings
against the light
- crossworld
living on either side
of the wizard's liquid mirror
dancing the spider line
between night and silver
she breathes the scent of
impossible lilies
among the cement.
the singing axis tilts
through orbs of neon
and on the road's lunar surface
the earthlight creeps like mercury
towards the horizon.
I wrote this in Adelaide around the age of 20 so it's pretty old - but I have found some older ones!
she steps onto the pavement
bird of paradise
the summer darkness
tasting of kisses and red wine
the seashells washing up
against the nightclub walls.
in the street's magic forest
the music of flutes and drums
twists
among the iron vines
and moths beat
their ancient parchment wings
against the light
- crossworld
living on either side
of the wizard's liquid mirror
dancing the spider line
between night and silver
she breathes the scent of
impossible lilies
among the cement.
the singing axis tilts
through orbs of neon
and on the road's lunar surface
the earthlight creeps like mercury
towards the horizon.
I wrote this in Adelaide around the age of 20 so it's pretty old - but I have found some older ones!