Have you any idea of how silly you look
sitting on that broken chair
on top of a wobbly kitchen table?
A throne it will never be.
...
Face the lion
and relax in the strength
of the paws
and claws
...
You can herald
or eclipse
the dawn
of anyone’s day.
...
Your mocking arrogance,
breach-birthed of jealousy or a rattling soul,
cannot rip from me
sixty-one sensuous ellipses
...
That first little whisper voice
that shows the way,
shows the way.
...
He who will not
embrace my thoughts
with honour and grace,
nor let me
...
These cloud-words
of finely painted shapes and emotions
of different lengths and meanings
of texture-whispers
...
The sky is high;
the wings beat hard;
but none
receives (with joy or indifference) ,
...
Dare to wheel through azure skies,
your wings sun-blessed, in joyous flight;
let your emancipated spirit embrace
all God’s creations
...