I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Very still.
Black dress. Black coat.
It’s cold.
The Great Death – poem
Strange Words – A Book of Poetry
I am happy to let you know that I have now published a small book of poetry. It will expand over the next few years.
No lazy mind
comes to poetry.
For poetry goes
where we are
reluctant to travel.
Travel we must.
The Space Between Us – poem
Mind the space, so long endured,
it’s best for our protection.
I hope it’s true, for if it’s not
a thousand loves have I betrayed.
Look closer, dear,
a voice it sings as if it was a lullaby.
But if I heed it may become
the lure of my demise.
In fear, we come together
seeking a place of refuge.
In fear, we keep the space
lest our refuge become our captor.
The moments of sweetness
so easily discarded
when danger calls from
the abyss between the two.
Do not push away love’s hand
in punishment for what it cannot give.
Together, we bypass the gap
which is as deep as it is old.
Forget the chasm
so jaded with angry dreams.
Our fear is empty-handed.
Love’s hand has room for the other.
Silent Like Sleep – poem
You appear by my side,
silent like sleep.
Soft hair, a little wild.
No fear, gentle like a calm river.
I turn and catch your gaze,
before you have time to look away.
Your eyes are searching inside mine.
Perhaps, they are mine.
More than nakedness,
for there is no cover to take.
The fire in your eyes
is ringed with water; wide and cool.
We are far from the brutal place,
but you do not think so.
You take my hand
and disappear like you were never there,
except that I am now somewhere else.
We Have Come To Be Danced: Jewel Mathieson – Video
