ALONE

I LAY ALONE.

I DINE ALONE.

I SLEEP ALONE.

I WANDER AIMLESSLY.

LOST, LONELY AND SEDATED.

UNCO-ORDINATED AS ONE.

WHOLE AS TWO.

FIONA

ENTOMBED

LIKE AN ALIEN ABDUCTION,

THE INVISIBLE PROBING BEGINS.

ENTOMBED IN MECHANICAL TUBING

I EMBRACE THE LULL OF THE RHYTHMIC BEATS.

EYES CLOSED , I COULD BE ANYWHERE,

EYES OPEN, I WANT TO CLAW MY WAY OUT OF THIS SUFFOCATING GRAVE.

A PARADOX OF ENVELOPING THOUGHTS ENSUES,

TRAPPED TO TO THE BEATING OF THE DRUM,

FREE FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD,

TRAPPED IN A METAL GRAVE.

FIONA

FIRES IN THE AUSTRALIAN BUSH

BURNING EMBERS LIGHT THE SKIES,

DETACHING FROM THEIR HELLISH, FIERY WORLD,

TO FLOAT AIMLESSLY IN THE BREEZE,

TWIRLING, CIRCLING, LIMPING BY,

LOOKING FOR SOMEWHERE TO REST AND DESTROY,

A  DANGEROUS, EVIL BEAUTY,

HUNGRY TO FEED, GROW AND ENGULF LIFE.

CREATED TO FEAR, AND TAKE, TAKE, TAKE.

FIRE HYPNOTISES WITH ITS COLOURFUL FLAMES,

CAUSING US TO FORGET ITS WICKED PLAN.

COMPLETE IN ITS DESTRUCTION,

ACRID SCARS REMAIN.

THE LAND WILL HEAL, REGROW,

MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEFORE.

STRONGER THAN THE PAST,

FIRE WILL RETURN, SINGING TO THE TUNE OF SUMMERS HEAT.

NOT CARING WHO IT HURTS ALONG THE WAY.

MOTHERS NATURE IRE IS CRUEL, FEROCIOUS.

WE CALL HER TO GIVE US A BREAK,

I HOPE SHE LISTENS.

FIONA

DANCING WITCHES

Dancing flames alight the dark night,
Skyclad witches circle, with an aura of impish merriment,
The power of magic ignites the static air,
And wandering embers settle on dew dressed grass.
The dancing witches whisper what is white noise to others.
Forest creatures,discombobulated by the enchanted evening,
Become bewitched, skitter scattering between the legs of the naked witches.
As the sun rises with the birth of dawn,
The magic and the dancing disappears.
Cleansed, the witches return home,
Until the next solstice allows them freedom to roam.

FIONA

HOW HUMBLE I FEEL

 

HOW HUMBLE I FEEL,

AS I WALK IN THE FIELD,

THE WIND IN MY HAIR,

MY LUNGS BREATHING FRESH AIR.

THE GRASS PLAYING WITH MY TOES,

THE BUGS TICKLING MY NOSE.

HOW HUMBLE I FEEL,

TO HUG A GIANT TREE,

BEGINNING TO SEE,

ITS SPRING BABY LEAVES.

SMELLING THE JASMINE,

I FEEL HAPPY, I FEEL JOY.

HOW HUMBLE I FEEL,

TO SEE EACH SEASON FALL.

FIONA