Neverland’s Shore

sunlit daylily


Only in the Shadowlands,

that vaguely recalled dream-world

which disappears without trace

upon awakening to

the feel of flannelette stamped

on skin, the lunches to pack,

the chaos to realign –

only in her fantasies

does he hold her like this, arms

cradling her curves, head leaning

in hungry. She’ll function with

smiles through meetings and play-dates

and meal-plans and lists, but when

the shadows grow long and sleep

sings its lullabies, her heart

will wander barefoot that well-

worn path to Neverland’s shore.


Old Sins Cast Long Shadows


Old sins cast long shadows,

aspersions of grey in filmy

ink to ensnare


and keep them in the

dark; this little light of mine

will only reach one small corner,

but I will let it


Step From the Shadows


Your rays forge art from gristle,

paint pain purified,

resonate refined silver notes;

beams return praises sung by ruptured hearts

as gifts of solid gold




mine if

I will but

step from the


Your Turn to Shine

You have navigated the Shadowlands,

fought off the Giants whose bulk

blocks the sun;

you have endured the hot air

whose vapours tangle light waves

and bend them out of your reach.

But one day,

all that stands in your way

will evaporate,

slinking away into the furthest recesses

where Shadows breed and breathe,

and it will come with a burst of brilliance –

your turn to shine.

If You Chose

If you chose, you could dwell in midnight shade,

Covered in shadows, a shroud of despair;

The darkness would hide, your infirmities fade,

If you chose the safety of blackened lair.

But here in the sunshine, your beauty blooms,

Radiance spills from your vulnerable stance;

Reflecting Creator, created resumes,

Tripping the light fantastic in dance.