I am White Star Woman

My centre so deep the milky way would slip through like a black hole had opened

I’ll send you to find it

You always do – twinkling

Night Sky! Come quick, bring us a backdrop to our dance

My energy moves every other star out of orbit

Except for yours

I welcome your light’s penetration.

Let the earth folk see us; our children laugh at our tales

And sing to us, though sometimes;

The wild things, busy bees on flower trails

Making, creating, breaking, mating, orating…

They forget. Then home calls them again,


I am Great Star Man

Whatever my direction, I’m always turning back to you.

You grow darker, and my light twinkles

The more you need, the more I want

I found my life between your stepping stones

Each pickle you send me into, the tastier is my sandwich

My heart widens as you do, in my vision

I gather motes, for the curves, of the hulls of the seeds we’ll make

I’m keeping them dry as the spring tides rise with your moon

The lands on the planet are singing to us, longing

Waiting for the water cycles to start, for

This poetry:

For this bliss of life, expanding

Acid Wood

I am taking you into the forest.

Horsed men hunted here before I did

I’ll show you these pony paths

Where the dry-bone beechnut earth

Leads our feet, crackling,

Not dank dark spinneys but

Sun sparkled genteel rooms.

We’ll waltz in the court of the Deer King

And lean in against soft barkless wood

Where he’s rubbed.

Sinuous trunks temple dance

For lightning scarred oaks

Let’s lose time between bracken screens

Make a bed on the heather

Lie in amongst acid greens


What is it that you desire?

“What is it that you desire?

“I desire to feel the root of your longing,

Show me the rock of your resolve.

Whisper me the secrets

You learned in the dark place

Tell me all that you heard

In that emptiness.”

“And so, what do you desire?

“To explore your inner spaces

As a Lilliputian might:

Climbing down oesophagal galleries

A blue art brut of the viscera

As I paint my bright moniker

Across your muscular chambers.”

Can you tell me what it is that you desire?”

“For you to forget your version of now

And the need to understand.

Don’t abandon me for the light;

I want you to hold on tight

To my darkness

And trust the shadows.”

“Tell me what you desire!

“I’m not wearing my boots

To tower over you

Or kick your broken dog.

You must tell me when I hurt you;

When your muscles flinch

From my touch, as a punch.”

“But, what is it that you desire?

“I want to feel the fire in your eyes

Spreading wildly through my grasses

Share that shimmering heat with me

Generously. There’s no oasis:

This is the flaming heart

Of a continent burning.”

Rings of Saturn

Rings of Saturn

In stereo, within

John’s telescope on the hill.

Real light, years behind.

Old light.

And he’s laughing at me a bit;

Because the rings have landed

On spikes of my association

And can’t be free

Until significance is awarded to all.

Double sphincters:

Releasing bubbles of laughter

Because men are journeying

To space

Through the double rings

Of their arses.

Double rings

Of Saturn

Of no return

Light years old

She puts her finger in his bottom

And he falls in love

With her penetration

Of his heart.

Who says the way,

Is through his stomach?

She has a thumb up her arse

And calls him dirty.


Blood Flowing Out

Blood is flowing out,

As a meander, in the thing, slips back in.

Walls of grief like weather fronts

Have battered this island for days,

Named storms, like Britain’s;

Tearing at the social fabric, from within actually

Because we’ve forgotten personal sovereignty

Our language craving creativity

As we buy leave, like our leaven

With our anxiety.

And battles are STILL being fought in this body.

The wars are being waged IN my body;

A ravaged body

May seem like collateral, but is the endgame,

Did you know? Until they’re still,

Until Rome has come, and gone, again,

And prophets have ceased their howling,

What chance to even hear their own truth?

This moon glancing cool across desert growing

Whispers: ‘Quieten children, liSSSSten…’

Blood is flowing out,

As a meander in the thing, slides back in.

And I wanted to show you how I pray

But I was sobbing in the corner;

A no with which I’m creating space for a thousand

More joys in a bigger YES!

Til then I’m battening down:

Let my winds howl, like the wild things

Across the craters, that will form the lakes

From which will birth our tomorrows.

2015, Hard Rain