My ancestors in heaven
snow king be your name
Your kingdom come
your will be done
in winter as it is in other seasons
Give me this day my daily prey
and protect me from my predators
as I also have protected my cubs
And lead me not into desolation
but deliver me from famine
I’ve done my neck in
too much jigsaw puzzling it seems
The agony doesn’t stop me
you know
the holiday commitments
the cook, the chauffeur, the cleaning lady
Mild pain killers
barely scratches the surface
of an acute nerve pain
I am on edge with a contorted face
matching the crooked spine
The kids have been splashing in the pool
for hours
Guests start waking up
from the lunch coma
The late afternoon sun
mellows to a warm glow
It seems to be fitting
to play cafe del mar
while
I am making caipiroska cocktails
tasting is a must
for an amateur bartender
It takes at least three
to make the fourth one perfect
Everybody loves their drink
is it their smile
or the festival spirit
I am floating
without pain
I finally can see my life again
playing in slow motion
My heart rate slows down
My neck is no longer stiff
The music is fading into the household noise
The guests are happy I guess
their faces are blooming
Me?
I am ok I guess
in such pain free numbness
How else can it be?
5:30am
the Laughing Kookaburra sings
like
the loud mouth aunt from afar
wearing floral prints dress
busier than the Christmas tree
taking over the karaoke
nobody in the house
hears anybody else
my breath
stale with vodka martini
olives and smoked meat scraps
in between my teeth
who would think
I am peckish again
standing in front of the fridge
in my short jammies
searching for
cold turkey and cranberry sauce
this will tide me over
to the 11 o’clock big brunch
served with
blue berry pancakes and beacon
poached eggs on sour dough
sauteed mushroom and tomatoes
for now
before the house is fully awake
best to enjoy a strong cuppa
and the short breeze
before the sun rises to
stink the fertilised backyard
and listen to
more drunken rellos’ banter
it was always
in the spring rain
you took my hand
and ran towards the pear blossoms
our stumbling footsteps
shook the petals
they snowed landing on my hair
you took them off piece by piece
when I looked up
to your concerning eyes
raindrops threaded through
such delicate lashes
you took my breath away
oh how I wished
for the rest of our life
I would take your name
to be mine
A Black Cat Darted Expeditiously
Fronted Gates of Hell
Inflicted Jagged Killing
Lonesome Mountains
No One Prepared the Queen to Return
Stuck in This Useless Void
Wicks Xanthic of a Young Zeal
We came naked
welcomed by clapping hands
and joyful tears
the in breath of the spirit
gave us life on earth
We left naked
farewelled by gripping arms
and tears of sorrow
soulless husks returned to dust
to feed the moss filled ruin
God crafted you
and gifted you to me
It was meant for me
to teach you
how to soar across the sky
with only a thin string
in my unskilled hands
I was so scared
to let you fly high
watching the wind toss you
into the unknown
doing somersaults
in the middle of a storm
keeping your head
above the murky clouds
You agilely danced
across the atmosphere
rode above the turbulence
trusting I had the string
to keep you afloat
I looked at my empty hands
I looked up at your freedom
and marvelled
God had filled the uncertainty
in between
is full stop an ending
ending in a dot
a dot of minuscule
minuscule holds the power of an ending
an ending of a life
a life springs from the ending
the ocean mist
descents on my skin
like
you caress me with
droplets of kisses
Flicker of Thoughts 