Filigree and Fire

Evolutionary Exile

Soft chimes play on my ribcage; Neanderthal, alien That blinking lights can't lull to sleep.

Mar 5, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

March Movements

Quiet blooms flex steel strandsBending, breaking earthly bones.Precision moves beneath the sands;Revealing, raising painted thrones.

Mar 1, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

Words gathered, grown, lie in bundles, Gardener’s gifts or scientist’s samples? Carried gently past expectant faces, Strive to flee parental pages.

Feb 28, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

Desire moves like dancing dust, Slips between sunlit shafts, Strong as dawn, Soft as dusk, Curves around imagined paths.

Feb 12, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

Pens Have A Point

Incendiary inks pour across pages, Weave whispers, revolutionary reveries. Mantras spike, surge formless days Casting colours like salt through the…

Jan 28, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

Dark Diamonds disturbing thinkers From their labours for the masses

Jan 23, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

Thoughts trip, sentences slip, Language is filigree and fire. Snatching ego, sliding grip Diamonds sink into mind, mire. Wading mud, western mythology…

Jan 19, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

Some mornings as I pass the lake, I forget to let it touch my mind. Eyes clutch the colour, the shape, But awareness spins, then slides. Nymphs dance in…

Jan 9, 2025 • Graeme McAllister

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