Iona Winter

Category: love

  • Starlings

    A murmuration of starlings forage over seed cakes I’ve hung from the tree. Late winter hunger, urgent and competitive. Sleet has also flown in. I recall how she slid from between my thighs. Emerging out of fertile depths into sterile light—a brush of moth wings on my face in the darkness. We…

  • fall

    iridescent feathers lift from tiny nests and twirl earthwards another season leaves have begun their descent and I wonder where you are   I cannot shape you from the soil but wish it was possible we all need to be anchored to something   the sound of you has taken shape in my mouth moth-wing-beat against paned glass…

  • tendril

    i dream of subtle touch  silken-tendril-cobwebs where morning dew clings ahead of its release earthwards   your facial contour as familiar as lines on my palm why does my skin remember the pulse of you beneath it?   i dream of subtle touch silken-tendril-spiderwebs where morning dew clings

  • resonate

    your gaze references inherant mirrors and sonorous caverns of forgotten lovers faint echoes engraved in the bedrock   your words glide willingly subcutaneous breath resonates off damp walls and i recognise sanctuary lies within  

  • voice

    your voice holds mine within time, place, land and sea illuminate awakened shadow selves fit seamless constellations hands memorised no expectation freedom inside our conscious touch your voice holds mine within

  • years ago

    i remember honeyed breath on my face limbs spread-eagled in bed and your first word ‘star’ laughter when the dog chased water from the hose and your tears when she died that was years ago and my life remains abundant with you in it    

  • as i feel more comfortable  with my own identity it makes space to meet yours   i walk at night alone with the essence of you beside me attuned to silence   as i feel more comfortable  

  • lean

    on the last day she leaned into me   i captured the impact a weightless fall of loosened limbs   and the blessed embrace of words that lay forever unspoken between us  

  • in-between

    i have let go but you remain clinging life, death and the in-between   we stand around with words that escape us life, death and the in-between   a boat stuck in sand you wait for the tide life, death and the in-between          

  • autumnal hue

    seasonal interchange sunrise replaced with pink strokes across daybreak and leaves that spiral earthward camouflage jackets in autumnal hues while the land becomes quieter and I long for your voice to whisper my name but you are not here once again