Escape

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse

smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

Castles

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors

falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch

Fire

well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash

rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind

Redemption

clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind

absolution
casting bread
upon the water

Panic

small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq

turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt

Insomnia

thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat

crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones

Aglow

a fire in the hearth
the snap of the autumn air
echoes in the flames

dying coals
fire orchids
in full bloom

Pirates

awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew

prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails

Transition

as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn

last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life

Pursuit

alone in the woods
dry rustling leaves in the wind
the snap of a twig

sear grasses
fueling the
inevitable