And oh indeed

And oh indeed

And oh indeed the poet's perfect bliss

To be in England now

That April's awesome here

With scent of Spring new-mown

And blackbird dawn till dusk

In rinse and ring exuberant

As froth and bubble cherry blossom

Pink pink against the utter blue

And cloudless

Lime-green the leafing curls unfurl

Their poignant poetry

Free verse a paeon sung,

Far-flung in praise

A carillon a peal

Sing ring the sunlit days

The world is on the wing

For nothing is, nor could be, ever

More beautiful than Spring

20th April 2011, Starbucks Brighton N Lanes

How lovely the legend

How lovely the legend

Somehow, though I'd known of the obvious myths

Involving Cinderella, Rapunzel, Snow White

And this long while

Resisted

Today in the aftermath, shockingly, it's clear

Another somehow

Has persisted

Not bold to the rescue, the lover the prince

Driven by beauty and lust

But fierce as a tiger

The power of the sun

From day of conception, surrender to none

The roar and the rage and the life-giving must

Surely the love of the mother's a spell

Magic omnipotent

All, all will be well?

Oh wishful and wanted and would it were so

The might of the mother to right all the wrong

To cradle, protect, indestructibly strong

How lovely the legend, the story, the myth

In spite of all reason, that haunts

And persists

10th February 2011, Bondi

Somewhere the sun forever

Somewhere the sun forever

Flying westward into sunset

Above the wing in silhouette

Is inky prussian washed

Below the stretching endless

Horizontal line

Crimson, aubergine burnt orange

Gorgeous spectrum spread

Butter lemon-drops and eau de nil

To palest duck-egg blue

Sunlight's fabulous refraction

Scattering, protracted

Somewhere the sun forever setting

Flying westward

2nd/ 3rd April, 2011, flying home British Airways, Sydney to Singapore