Silence

deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity

becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers

Ruin

violent currents
slake their thirst with sailor’s lives
by the gates of hell

jagged ice-
ancient wrecks
litter the narrows

Reflection

a golden eagle-
soaring as the sun sinks on
a cumbrian lake

reflections-
autumn leaves
in the water

Reprieve

the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written

falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead

Clouds

rough fisherman’s hands
haul up the day’s catch under
a mackerel sky

circling hawks-
shark skin clouds
promising rain

Escape

under thick brambles
a stream runs through an arch
in an old stone wall

empty talons-
a chipmunk
avoids its fate

Sleep

bone tired and weary
my eyes close and I pray for
the sleep of the dead

falling-
engulfed by darkness
deep and dreamless

Snare

trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare

hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor

Houston

hoping against hope
to stem the incoming tide
and still it rises

august-
forsaken
by the sun

Sacrifice

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac

echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag