In this poetry collection emotion, mythology and nature are wed. These are contemporary poems about beds full of myths, lands emerging from the deep and wolves lullabying the moon. This is the hunt for the supernatural within the natural, the long love longing of seasons falling:happy homes, sadness and shivers to the bone. This will trigger, tickle and tease both memories and glimpses of personal enlightenment. It is self-help with a smile-without preaching. These poems are scissors for blindfolds, kites to be burned, keys to netherworlds and sails cross nomad seas. Climb upon this paper horse- a storm is coming.
Excerpts:
‘..I have stolen horses
let’s race the planes
such horses
are too beautiful not to fly’
‘..clutching at straws from Noah’s stable
unleveled by the tipping sea
where the raven has flown
there are lands emerging from the deep
glistening with promise’
‘..petals have fallen in the wine
left blood in the bed’
‘..I pray to be carried to the afterlife
on the backs of river dolphins
blind but smiling’
