Phantom Limbs

Clockwork bees, hedgehogs and heartbeats are the metronome that defines the slow days and wearying nights. The days are long and hot, sunflowers droop in the summer heat, and daily trips to the forest provide a place to escape from the oppressive heat, the volume of the television and the fragile tension as the spectre…

How to Remember

Adrift Tobacco jostles with wheat fields crisp green vineyards run in parallel lines across the first tentative hills. A village, clustered around a church steeple, -space- then another village.   Low footpaths embedded with limestone gravel Grass – darker green and shimmering everywhere – can this be home to a long distant stranger Thin narrow valleys winding up…

A Chapel in the Grass

via Daily Prompt: Qualm Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. Dr. Seuss   This is the routine now, yet every day is a construct of tensions that remain fresh in your heart. The days are long now, filled with a silence that hovers between a cascading polyphasia and meditative calm. Whatever a…

Hibiscus

The trees are taller, but only a bit, I think. Then realise I am taller too but the garden is almost the same, yet something has changed — the Hibiscus is gone, as is my uncle who first showed me its flower, told me it lives for just one day. Now I wonder how a blossom achieves so much In a…

424 ways to reconcile with Eternity

via Daily Prompt: Temporary Step into the forest and see the little sign on front of the two towering pines that dominate this ruinous forest. It tells you that this forest was planted in 1911, lichen obscuring the flaking paint. Next to it a new plastic sign notes that the area is being closed due…

Fighting Storms

via Daily Prompt: Control From the window the sky is streaked with leaden amalgam of water and dust, the still air now replaced with gusts that push the trees into contortions, an unwilling ballerina each of them driven into new positions, no time for a warm up. Look across and realise that my umbrella is…

Successive Futures

via Daily Prompt: Apprentice The sky is an inky blue-black and the stars seem fringed with purple light. The air is icy until you get close to the kiln, where the smell of superheated rubber, stone and wax forms a strange cocktail of scent. I’m winding the centrifuge and my father is cutting pieces of…

Your Energy

You were there standing by the grass, as the evensong drew a veil of darkness over the trees, and the sky flushed into cold palest blue. You felt the cool, or was it the dew? gathering across the world as the last dying remnants of the day tore westwards, to new places, new joys new…

The Last Day

There is a cherry tree that stands in the sunken garden of the military academy so that as you walk past the canopy is there: level with you, and all those glimmering fruits seem to shine like pearls of dragon’s blood. I picked a handful of the sun kissed fruits for him, and placed them…

You are Water

via Daily Prompt: Unravel The phone was placed onto the table and all else faded away into a blur of hot helpless tears. You are mostly made of a column of water some six feet high, and what a miracle that water can walk and talk, worry and exult, touch taste and see. See until…

Making Sense of Loss

via Daily Prompt: Cusp You notice the little things only after the big things have stopped their clamouring for your heart. The way the footpath is made of little white gravel and lined at the edges with blocks of stone separating the street from the path. The way the seat in the waiting room had…

Lessons from a Mountain

This mountain looms so large over my whole life. There are objects that do the same for you. Perhaps it is the kitchen by the window, where she stood and worked, or the shed, smelling of wood chips, paint thinners and machinery. Perhaps a stretch of beach, or that space in the yard at dusk….