Bit by bit,
layer by layer,
You undo me.

Each level
winding upwards
cascading downwards
to the very core
of me.

a gentle tug,
steady pulling,
peeling back,

I watch this
messy unravelling,
each knot of hesitation
a pause,
the gentle precision
the tangle released.

The undoing,
Each threadbare piece
reveals that which is 
becoming real
that which cannot be
With a heavy thud, metal scrapes soil,
shaking loose to repeat again.

Weathered hands stoop low
invading the wound,
prying out the stones.

Light streams into broken ground
warmth pervades cold damp soil.
Gentle hands invade again,
planting seeds.

Water drenches
chilling floods of nourishment.
Darkness decends,
the protective cover of soil.
Dormant dreams must lie in wait.

Carry On

The shrill buzz of insects fills the air,
busy in their preparations as afternoon light fades away.
Soggy ground squishes under slow heavy steps,
deliberate in their placement
testing their footing
trudging through swampy marsh.
Sweat drips from furrowed brow, eyes squint in fading light.
Pests of the night seek relief, swatted away by steady hands.
Eyes search out a place to set up camp,
relief from the heat.
The rest is not long, a quagmire awaits weary travellers who don’t move on.
With dawn, the journey continues.
The muffled steps drowned out by
birds chattering, singing their morning song.
The traveller carries on.
End not yet in sight, the journey still unfolding, tho weary, carry on.
With each step, discovery,
the bog holds relics of those who’ve gone before,
guideposts towards home.


Soliloquy Of Hope

Frayed edges weary and raw
from fighting unseen battles.
Uncertainty clouds, rain pours down.
Weary troops bunker in for the night –
another day, another fight.

Songs hummed from trenches
fill the dreary night with
beacons of hope.
Melodies, the soliloquy of another life
a distant memory.

When battle ends what becomes of men
weary and scarred from the fight?
That distant life is no longer – that
which they were is gone.
What next?

Hope gives birth to new dawn,
a re-creation.
Embraced only in the letting go,
grief of what has gone before,
from death, new life emerges.