the pentangle upside swing of a Wiccan refugee taking me aside at Mayflower with lightning in the sky now the sun rises over the moon as a dragon comes to call with no expectation of war is this destruction good enough for you to believe?

it is my turn to speak of imagination and places I have never been it was in Paris that you took my hand and believed it was in Paris that I believed it was not about the drop of wine on the tan of my unclothed skin or the salt of an unhinged tear that … Continue reading Sensory Perception: Margot Block

So she had said how I wanted to tell you all my life Every single movement wrapped in words Instead, I smiled with rose colour on my lips And how we failed to paint the marvellous truth Dropping a brush with a red handle Have grown rocks scratching the surface Blessing the palm and the … Continue reading Rose Color: Margot Block

this memory, the crunch at your feet a whisper of me in the sky where you abandon me to blue and light and the wet, cold, grey under feet the pink toe, blue and frozen pale too like an innocence of mine puddle me brown in an autumn desert leaf clutched to this tread in … Continue reading Seasonal List: Margot Block