1.

I am a child

bathed in fabric sunlight.

Squatting...

Milk bottle toes dipped to drink

Brackish Bondi Blue.

Hands

poised to take solace

in the wet diamond sand.

Deep carmine pink

is the shimmering edge of the world!

My reflection... 

cast back..

in the candy-glass promises precariously hung 

like a hovering murder of crows.

“Caw........Caw.......”

The wind whips up.

The clouds roll in.

I turn up my collar of sun.

2.

I am the Crow!

Thunder wings and Lightning eyes.

Acquiescent...

Brandishing the same old scroll,

message soaked in blood.

Gaze..

fixed upon the child

on the illusory shore.

Fathomless Black

is my heralding carnivorous form.

Glass shrieks!

I shatter!..

in the cool, crisp dawn of a brand new day

like an ice bird piercing the white.

Faint…….whimpering…….

The wind whips up.

The clouds roll in.

My duty here is done.

3.

I am the Storm

enlisting my corrupted clouds.

Merciless!

Savage Beast with poisoned claws

I command thee to my breast!

Tongue..

luminous and pronged

to fracture your weary brow.

Piercing!

Seething!

Howling!

Squeezing!

Snarling!

Stabbing!

Ripping!

Bleeding!

4.

I am a rowboat 

harbouring an inward tempest. 

Tilted... 

Against my will with one cheek submerged 

I am propelled through concrete swell! 

Splintered

arms drag behind,

no buttons to stay my limbs. 

Great. Grey. Peaks..

spew bubbling madness 

from silent froth-filled mouths.

The child!

She screams!..

at the spectres skirting the foreshore

like a barricade blocking the light.

Ravaged....hull....

The wind, it roars!

The clouds, they smother!

I’ve nowhere left to run.

5.

I am the Spectre.

Crooked fingers and absent tongue.

Lethargic.

Fetid breath of oozing ochre

to petrify your garb!

Tattered

cloak of ashen void

to suffocate your screams...

Ancient memories

beg to surface

like splinters housed in flesh.

The child…

She succumbs…

as I penetrate her will

like a hammer to a lark.

Crushed…resolve…

Her head, it hangs...

Her light, it fades...

I hand her a loaded gun.

6.

I am the Gun!

Falsified with empty slugs.

Imposter..

Stunted gasp and frozen lip

Be still my metallic heart!

Rising up

to rest upon

your temple of broken dreams.

Involuntary spasm!..

betrays my guise

like a stomach wracked by ill.

The child!

She knows!

as I crumble in her hands

like burnt pages from a book.

Vacant…threats..

Her head, it lifts!

Her light, restored!

Blistering is her Sun!

7.

I am the Book..

full of storms and palpable lies.

Convincing.

Sinister sable is my coat

to enshrine my ‘white noise’ skin.

Embossed

scars of foolish gold

to hungrily lure you in...

Unfeasible

for an avid reader

not to sneeeak… a peeek.

The woman!

She escapes!..

as my actors turn to ash

at her holocaustic whim.

Till next time… then...

The book, she closes…

The title, it reads…

“Another Volume One".