Two Recent Poems

The Star Carver They say you find a lively memoryof a world’s early agesdeep within. Shapes without colourscolours without shapes.Endeavours without maps,vision without eyes. To rejoin the silence was to speak;to leave behind all lights was to see. Feel the pristine ground.Touch the running water.Does a fire burn afar?Do you hear the shadows flicker? For … Continue reading Two Recent Poems