Monthly Archives: April 2011
My scarf plays in the wind On my motorbike Like a cat Chasing a butterfly. At home, in my night-time garden, An iris opens Like a womb, Defiant. Full of secrets. The balmy breeze carries The scent of jazmine and … Continue reading
I have shed My skin Like a snake And become A butterfly. I have flown On fragile wings Across seas And deserts Vast expanses Mountain ranges Over clouds And cities These fragile wings Have carried me.