seven terracotta jars

a stumble in the woods, a wanderer weighted down with collectables — a twig from the hair of a goddess; the gilded gleam from the blade of a knight; seven single tears in seven terracotta jars; a thousand lifetimes imparted to his heart — yet here, dust and desert remains. bones dried up in outrageous … Continue reading seven terracotta jars

By Grace We Go, By Flesh We Stay

Here you are again between the night and the razor blade; The unconscious beating brain bargaining with the morning. Your hands are so empty they may as well be called space, They are clawing at the pillow beside you in the early rays. No haste in waking, yet knowing the time is now you pace … Continue reading By Grace We Go, By Flesh We Stay

Beloved Prayer

Tip out every last drop of me Fill me up with you. Take my name and cast it out Upon your great seas. For I am nothing but blue. Dissolve my want and needs, Evaporate them in your sun; Shine in my heart today And in the hearts of everyone. © Phillip Mellor 2015