20 January 2009

Picture perfect

Twilight tremors onwards,
faster than I can run,
faces made immortal
with the cadence of the sun.
Caught in flashes,
forests frozen,
sky a steely grey.
This is a photo-finish,
& with it light of day.

01 January 2009


They say ask me no questions
and I will tell no lies.
What am I? 
A sphinx, a phoenix, a centaur
or one of a million myths,
and all of them,
but newer,
and none.