Sea-star 

Gliding slowly through the shallows – 
a hand of fish: dark, rose-tipped 
fingertips, oh! Rows of terrible knuckles: 
tiny, transparent globes with golden spikes – 

illumined from within 

an armoury of beauty. 

– Silke Heiss, 17th July 2020


White horses 

A-rush 
through the tall grass, 

a-jolt 
upon the thick-leaf vygies, 

a-trot 
through wilde-als fragrance 

to the foamy, 
wide-armed blue – 

cantering 
towards you. 

– Silke Heiss, 7th June 2020