Tangle

pixie black and white

The Gazebo leans.

Ivy creeps on the concrete base.

Crooked planks tilt.

Wild roses welcoming.

A tiny insect on the wooden desk.

Warm air, morning mist.

Rain-drop pearls on straggly grass.

Wild flowers scramble on Ruairi’s rest.

A white butterfly visits.

Bird chirrup In a tangle of thorns.

Blackberries still green.

Sea-gulls gather,

to screech at full-tide.

The Gazebo tilting on the southerly side.

Crow

crows

I am crow.

Crow I see.

Black, my colour for Swan to greet.

I am swan. With Crow I see.

White is my colour, for tears to weep

in a river-weed tangle around my beak.

I am the river. With Swan I hold

secrets, to carry and tell to the sea,

where the song of the deep will know the truth,

seen in the eyes of peacock, blue.

I am peacock, a rainbow frieze

of beauty and love and broken dreams.

With phoenix I walk to the setting sun,

the night will soon be overcome.

I am Phoenix. In flames I tread.

From ashes I rise with a golden egg.

Crow wants to know what I can see.

I am Crow. Crow is me.