they gave me the cold
cap to stop my chemo
hair falling out

A beastly man swallowing leeks. His throat
Is dirt, and yet his ghost could sit with Raphael

a conch found in hot white sand
on the shoreline at Sanur Beach
a Fibonacci whorl
among morning offerings

i am sun-shot / green-beamed / stem-steep /
hands cupfuls of heartlines / conjuring water

take your wedding ring
or it might get “disappeared”

On the road to Belfast today, I failed
to recognise my father. I saw a flamingo

by the Tamnnamore turn off, but paid
little regard as it took off…

At half a tonne in weight
It was like the anchor –

They lie deep in a forest, wounds
unseen, unhealed. Further back,
an escarpment with dark scars.

There’s a hiss as he eases himself in
to the green pool, steam in his smoky hair.