'Shadowman'

'Boat'

Skulking shadow;
umbrous oak.
Through the nettles,
shadow-cloaked,
the Shadowman, at night, awakes
to leave your shadow in his wake.

Hear his whispers in the dark,
his sniggers,
and his cries.
Hear him call the stars to sleep,
the moon to scrape the skies.

City lost to endless dark,
oppressed by violent quiet.
In the distance, a beaming light,
and, daily, I’m drawn by it.

Forbidden harbour,
secret gateway
to the silent River of Lorde.
A boat of oak
with oars of larch
to escape our silent fjord.

'Dreammaker'

'Angel for Sale'

Skipping stone, 
and waterfall.
Under darling skies of pink,
where rainforests kiss the exosphere,
where grass and flowers think,
we met beneath the honeysuckle, 
down by the silver birch tree.
You fell asleep and dreamed a dream
and landed upon me.

Her tightened arms;
her chest-bound chin;
her glowing hair that scouts her cage,
looking for an opening
through which she might escape;
the light around her halo
coaxing colour from the street;
her eyes, barely open,
fixed down on her bleeding feet.

'Fire Splinters'

Coal and clinker,
ember, cinder,
fire splinters in the night,
weaving through the elder trees,
fire-trails of light,
descend upon my fingertips
and take me by my hand;
illuminate a better place,
a special, far-off land. 

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Devour the offerings I provide—
silver, air, and edelweiss—
and stretch your flames and come to life
to guide me to your paradise.