Otata 13

  • a sequence for my daughter

    a sequence for my daughter

    jigsaw child
    fitting words
    fall together

    only this
    the flicker of blood
    barely glimpsed

    singled out
    by silence
    our mutable feast

    in the world
    if only of it
    daughter buffalo

    what has no voice
    daughter of mine

  • advent silence

    advent silence
    speaking our language

  • after rain too

    after rain too
    the sea has no colour
    of its own

  • am I to be

    am I to be the words no more

  • awake again

    awake again . . .
    has dawn recreated
    the am I was?

  • dead silence

    dead silence . . .
    an ancestral wisdom
    in so few words

  • grave silence

    grave silence –
    a distant fantail
    barely heard

  • heaven-sent

    heaven-sent . . .
    vernix enfolds the word
    whispered in doubt

  • midnight hunt

    midnight hunt . . .
    every pulse pledged
    to the prey

  • midsummer night

    midsummer night
    the moon hangs about
    like a suicide

  • moonlit sea

    moonlit sea
    bound to me in this ditch
    of ownership

  • my heartbeat

    my heartbeat
    on mesolithic time
    once more

  • night falls on

    night falls on
    night falling on
    a dark sea

  • notes towards an end

    notes towards an end

    always now
    before it has a name
    morning light

    does it live
    the other I think
    in the word

    vital signs
    the form conforms
    to the word

    eye to eye
    what comes to pass
    with a yes

    no room now
    light without end
    fills the night

    to be
    what is hidden
    and seen


    Otata 13 - January 2017

  • open hand

    open hand . . .
    her call curls out from
    the unheard

  • pond ripple

    pond ripple . . .
    the one I am
    no more


  • still life

    still life . . .
    all my colours
    from dusk

  • still us

    still us –
    sounds aflutter
    enter the light

  • up, down

    up, down
    a leaf adrift
    or not