Shell
Blue shell of a sky
sitting upstairs like a sunhat
waiting for its poem
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0
Blue shell of a sky
sitting upstairs like a sunhat
waiting for its poem
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0
You glisten
like that skinless
diving helmet
that bubble that pads
and isolates and listens
and lets other people
leap in, be wrong
or right
or different
that space
whispering
over the page
~ Rachel McAlpine (poem & photo of 3 birds) CC BY 2.0
Say less.
Mean more.
Win the match.
Lose the score.
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
Interface
of tai chi feet
and icy tiles
of round on flat
of dry on wet
of soft on rock
of pink on black
A single moon
lopsliding off
to let the morning in
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Rachel McAlpine 2016
Lovers apart
spin cobwebs
round the heart.
In the office
did you think of me?
Thought not.
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Rachel McAlpine
Don’t be too hard
on your ex,
who was frequently
faithful to you.
Friendship slips
out the window
when lovers shout
and part.
It may ring the doorbell
later,
when neither hurts
not wants
nor waits.
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Rachel McAlpine