Moon bleed

                                                     If I were to share this         

                                   tropical / dog bone / moon bleed / palm fringe               

                                                                 night

      

with you

                                                              would it feel

 

more                                                       or                                                           less                                                   

 

                                                            romantic?

                                                          would you slide

                                                          your fingers

                                                             into  my

                                         sorry.....think that should be ' into mine' 

                                                              and whisper

                                                'oooooaaaooooooaaaooooh

                                              soooooooaaaooooooooooooooh         

                                            rooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

                                           maaaaaaoaaaaaaaaaaaaan

                                                                 tic'

                                                          then

                                                             fall

                                                           into sleep 

                                                            leaving

me                                                                to                                                     savor                                          

                           the sweet / ukelele lady / dog bone / palm fringe / moon rise

                                   
                                                        moon bleed night
                                                                                              



 Mission Beach, Aug 13, 2011.

Dawn breaks

dawn

breaks

into

my heart

and steals

nothing

but

the clothes

left lying

on the floor

of my longing

 for you

dawn



Kintamani, Bali, 30/7/11

If I wore a burqa

would I feel hot

or cool as an autumn day

would I stand out from the flamboyant crowd

or merge with the shadows

would I carry my brief case inside or outside my clothes?

would I feel like my shadow was following me...

or I was following my shadow

all the way home.





(c)Jan Cornall 2013

Shadow snaps from my smart phone walking home from the climate change rally in Sydney, May 2011.

Jan Cornall is a writer and performer who leads inspirational writing retreats in international locations: Morocco, Bali, Laos, Cambodia, Burma, Fiji. writersjourney.com.au