Natural images series

dragon wings glide
beneath receding sky
buoyant menace
on unsuspecting fly
Merlins’ staff
raised to heavens
keeping soul
of descent alive
drunken eye
sinking beneath
the plane of humane
capturing the flame
of its gaze
world above framed
multitude plummit to graves
quiet furnace
hot hearth of coals
boiling belly
of flying knave
white dwarf  
crescendo  
illumination rising
choking volcanic force
accelerating ascent
through bottleneck
spewing forth melted
Agincourt mud  
spraying out  
fanning red death
corporeal waves
of erupting breath
black smoke chimneying
nostrils hexate
centrifuge ceiling
forming nimbus cloud
northern tornado rising
vermilion aurora
flashing forth
catapulting wormwood skies
thujone injection
copulating  
corpulent souls  
out of opiated mind
consummating
above quiet world
combing down emotion
drawing all
carrying away
on the back of  
iron bombastic beast
to silent depths
 
Morgana spelling
its’ return
for another conjuring day  
 
tempestuous
alchemical muse……….

Trying to hold on to the edge of day
basked at dawn or sunset
pure nakedness displays its fire
black profiled hills, framed by gilded clouds
leaching thro your pores.
Ease the days frustrations
ripples soothe away the strain,
waters painted with the glow
the massage of its ebb and flow.
in its dance of liquid embers.
the ignitions soothing voice
shines velvet on the foreground mud
the broken rock where life evolved
no human hand despoils that panorama
pure majesty its breath of Karma

a globe of fire flickering out  
last rays are bright but offer  
no warmth  

drinks glide down my throat  
in an abundance of ice  
the cold comfort of fermented  
sanity  
a light buzz as the sun cuts through  
the glint of waves  
rocks crunch beneath my toes  
 
I sit beside the esky  
reflecting  
a choppy sea of things I should have said  
regrets tight around my throat  
a noose  
 
a slow burn  
that has seen the world turn  
a new way to measure things that are gone  
I should have followed you  
kicked down your door  
 
held you  
your fist hammering into my chest  
let you wallow in your own self sacrifice  
the feeling of thuds against my skin  
an attempt at atonement  
 
but what would I know  
I'm a simple creature that likes  
easy metaphors and soft thighs  
nothing hard  
like conversation  
or self reflection that isn't broken  
by an undulating surface  
mirrors are too harsh for me  
it's cruel
shows too much  

so I drink  
I smoke  
wait for the whisper of your voice  
to cut into my flesh  
as if it's wind blown sand