like a seahorse

I want to wake to a blue morning, like a seahorse.

And sit at my vanity of coral,

Before my watery mirror, and do my make-up.

I want to slip on my pearl studs, the ones I keep under the seabed.

I want to apply my sandy foundation,

To match my look with the beach’s face,

for when we’ll kiss at the shoreline.

After the high-tide has escorted me to her.

I want to use sponges on my scaly skin and even out my complexion.

I want to tame the waves in my hair by letting the teeth of cowries bite into it,

pinning it.

I want to wear my seashell brassiere and jellyfish skirt,

And twirl in my ballooning outfit.

Showing off my pectoral muscles that will look even better,

Because I am holding my breath.

I just want to wake to a blue morning, like a seahorse.





riverside blues

Shiny and smooth,

Tightly tucked in my bed,

Underneath my colourless blanket,

I remain here where you left me,

The feel of a thousand sunsets upon me,

The thrust of a dozen splashes above thee,

Do you see me?

Because I remain here where you left me,

The life of the water has wrapped me,

Decades of twirling fishes beside me,

Their death forever harmonic,

And yet I remain here where you left me,

Unmoved, unchanged,

Impenetrably solid.


I pray for that fatal flinging,

To crack my strife,

Exfoliate my hardened life,

Letting in life’s potion,

This is my pitiful plight,

A stone’s cry,

Ever so slight,

But until then dear blue,

I remain here where you left me.



An Invitation

In that split second mid-sky exchange,
The morning invited me to see the dawn,
She left me her numbers, coordinates I presume,
Where she will be when the darkness is torn,
And the great designer reconstructs the sky,
Embellishing it with egg yolk yellows,
stretching fingers of orange, blossoming blues,
As the eye of the sun re-opens,
That we may break the darkened fast on sunshine,
A beauty so uncommonly common, it’s absurd,
She dares me to trespass beyond my avowed darkness,
And try as I might, I could not get away,
The fortress of dawn is forever kept from me,
For when the hour was ripe,
From the battlements,
The arrows of first light were fletched,
Wedging painfully into my fabric,
They heard not my plight,
‘stead they set me alight
They tranquilized my efforts,
Flinging me far from sight
And now I awake,
As late as the afternoon,
A convalescent I remain,
My salve will arrive with the moon,
Not a moment too late, not a moment too soon,
I fear I may have to relent with the dusk,
With its grays and fading pomegranate violets,
My beautiful night’ sky and her pearls,
An ancient black beauty,
She can keep her dawn,
As I will my black bride.

Rescuing Yesterday

If the scientists are right,
And the threads of all reality,
Past,present &future,
Subtly rolled into one multi-yarn.

Sentenced to repeat,
Replay for eternity,
Hand me the water,
And the time capsule.

Just a gulp of the past,
That I may seal away,
All the pain,
All the strife.

Wind me up as you would,
A string of hope,
Let me wipe the tears of the future,
Before they fall.

Fear not for your todays,
Or whether you may witness,
The light of your tomorrows.

For I will risk it all,
To safeguard yesterday,
At the ultimate cost,
Of my today.

be still my …


Must I scrap the stars from my sky,

Tear the roots from my soil,

Hush now,

Quieten the earth now,

That I may breathe  my mountain’s rarefied …

In  and out,

that i may   let out a sigh or reprieve,

Push out the terror in  thine lungs,

My wind of relief.

Restrain the progress,

lest i restrain all eternity.



Nothing is so fatal to the progress of the human mind as to suppose our views of
science are ultimate; that there are no mysteries in nature; that our triumphs are
complete; and that there are no new worlds to conquer.

HUMPHRY DAVY, lecture (1810)

I’m Golden

They say that silence is golden but she knows it can be blue


Words by one of my favorite songstresses,Somi, and I use that particular term deliberately because I feel like she’s music’s mistress.

I have always wondered why the saying is as is and I am yet to understand why the precious metal was symbolic of silence.

I found out a bit about gold and the other things it’s symbolized many at times items of such gravitas. Right from the start the stuff of the golden ratio, which has been obsessed by all manner of persons from the likes of Euclid, Pythagoras, artists, physicists, musicians and architects alike have all devoted a significant time to study of this simply put not so simple ratio whose occurrence is become very much like a game with a magician because though many have tried to ascribe this simple measurement to their work it still appears many at times without provocation, a kind of game within the game.

The golden rose , the golden rule  and the golden law all with their strong connotation for altruism, the golden rule having been uncovered in countless religious texts explicitly or implicitly with the most popular version being the Christian ‘treat others as you would like to be treated’ then comes lei aurea (the golden law) that was set up by Brazilian princess Isabel when holding down the throne for her father (Pedro II)who was away in Europe stating that all children of slaves were born free, a great big leap in the Abolitionist movement at the time, despite the fact that Brazil was still one of the last countries to formally abolish slavery.

Incidentally while on the very same topic, said princess also received the golden rose that is an accolade awarded by the pope to either the military or royalty and many other kinds of personage generally for demonstrating a higher level of humanism, she received it in 1888 from Pope Leo XIII.

Even the alchemists of the dark ages valued gold so much that they scurried around trying fruitlessly to find a way in which every other metal can be transformed into the precious lei. A practice that continues on today just in less farcical ways, after all after every security loses value gold’s value only soars; ask Zimbabwe they know,theirs was definitely a tale to tell.

And the bible can’t be left behind although it bashes gold at times claiming gold and silver to not be up to par with the treasures of heaven notably, at least for me the most gold speckled verse and no I have not read the whole bible is

Job 23:10

But he knows the way that I take, when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold

I actually like Job quite a bit his story with a few amendments whether it’s the devil or some other struggle resemble a lot of many people’s stories

So just what is the obsession with gold and the grandiose?

I have lived quite golden a life up till now, at least as far as silence goes, I have lived the existence of a mouse but after reading Timothy Cornigrave’s Holding the man I almost want to live my life out loud, as though I was screaming my very actions.

Because credence to the first line I do know that silence is golden but it can be blue but then again I do love a silent giant even those that we know not of, say for example those who have saved us from the horrors we will never know, sometimes they having done it unknowingly themselves.

I guess I will keep practicing my own alchemy of quietening or will i?

Stay Golden!

Golden rose

Golden Rose by Giuseppe and Pietro Paolo Spagna  Rome around 1818 19. Kept today in the Imperial Treasury in Hofburg Imperial Palace in Vienna

Come hither,

clutch my gilded soul as i wither,

my reddening gift,

of its decades , you may sift,

drift into their psychedelic trance,

as my fog takes flight,

inhale our final romance,

soar in white, my eternal kite.



If over the years, and passing through the realities of life, dreams die, I still keep my memories, the salt of remembrance.

I conjure you up the past is reborn, along with its procession of emotions. I close my eyes.

Mariama Bâ