The Good and The Gate

Heads in the gathering grazed aloud, bobbed and tossed like corks corralled in the rip-tide current,

Chewing baffled the chatter, sketched into morsels of memory, animated by the gesticulating tentacles on the palm, adding prisms of colour to exhaled prose.

Palates framed with painted smiles etched creases of heads back in laughter,

Aubergine Teriyaki silver- scooped to  lips, glistening with wisdom, hungry for life,

Stole centre stage as rich almond eyes gazed  soft mellow back notes  thru’ shimmering flame.

I felt compelled to stare at her caramelised glint, hypnotic sparkles between the blink of sombrero eyelashes.

Looking in from my tableside seat,  I was shouting down the main act, Roast Heritage Tart which pirouetted down the hatch, followed by the whole ensemble, no encore in sight.

We chomped and chewed through legacies of life’s rich tapestries, silenced only by the Banoffee,
Served with two duelling spoons laid head to head for the final drool, jostling from pie to coulis, back to pie and in slow motion, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The finale soothed by minted tea brought diners back into view,
Raising our spirits to make our leave, we left the canvas blank,
Each to colour their own heart.

History lesson

Cellophane raindrops on plastic flowers
glint, harsh in the artificial sunlight,
hologram man reflects in red sand,
where seas, once dead, stood parted.

The latex wings of a dove stretched
out in love, perched on the rib
of an ark, where pairs cast in stone,
conga alone, below flood tide watermark.

Floating out beyond mars, past furthest stars
The planetarium beamed onto earth while the
history class stare, at their ancestral past, when a time
froze, as the ozone popped and collapsed.



Gushing course over cobbled bed,
Runs to fall at the dead end wall,
White with air giggles loud to pool,
Meanders trout brown as meadow’s tongue,
Percolates sand at the end of land,
Hides from sea that swirls in salt,
Swallowed whole as oceans flow.