An Op shop candle
Heavy white globe
There’s no reason you should
Light again.

You sank like
An apple core
So deep into yourself I
Mocked you.

You burned within
And your wick
Became a stub so meek
I mocked you.

I poured hot wax
From the tall blue
Candle to drown your meek
Little flame.

Only ever thinking
It was an aesthetic
Impulse and so voila!
Blue within white.

But drowned
You went out
And the wick folded into
The deep blue sea.

My redemption
A hot wax rescue!
I took the whole white
Globe of the world.

And turned the blue
Like a corkscrew
So the wax circled the walls
And set that sun.

Now your flame
Leaps from the rim
Within the veils of pale blue
And white, the Virgin.

Blue Bird

You are blue you blue bird
Flying over the sea
Your white belly ripples
From its azure sheen

Your wings are warm sunsets
Your fingers aflame
You sail from that giant fireball in the sky
Sitting on the horizon

You sail to me
Standing looking at you on the beach
With my feet in the sand just standing
On the beach looking at you

You are blue you blue bird
The waves ripple you as you swoop
Down before me and sail up again
There on that beach in the sunset

You have touched me with your white belly
A reflection of me multi-coloured on that beach
In the sunset that sinks slowly over the horizon
My eyes on you and you flying before me

In great circles of light
You are blue you blue bird
You bring to me the peace and majesty of the ocean
You bring to me the way you fly free