Tree of dreams

¬†Artwork, Karen Underwood ‘Broken dreams’ Fruit on the tree Turns to ash And spirals Slow and graceful on the morning air settling on bent shoulders the silver powder of broken dreams Flick of… Continue reading

ICON

Form Under the patina Ochre and brown Varnished and cracked Of our worldwise traditions Sketch Under the graph-paper Ruled and boxed Checks and balances Of our great expectations Shape Under the slogans Barbed-wire… Continue reading

Trace : a poem of displacement

Carving a trace through time You weave between the pillars Of my dark forest, moving them gently To make space for shafts of light You travel through our endless Avenues of box-rooms Open… Continue reading

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