excision

black ink blots drop
onto my drawing
it's lost
can't be fixed
save with razor
sharp craft knife
but then - do I dare?
where life drains
away in the pain of
excising the blot,
not a chance
this'll work
out, damned spot

© Cathy Edmunds 2004

To the distant beloved

there was a storm last night
and a rainbow
I felt you there
your arm around my waist
radiance arching
such distances
light curving around
connecting us
my golden boy
smiling
at the end of the arc
as clouds gather
walk with me in colours

© Cathy Edmunds 2004