Forget-me-nots turn to face your garden stride, twinkling blue in photosynthesis endeavouring to match your sunlit eyes. Eyes which settle on every blossom, weed and wilted end, every burst of pansy lilac every shoot of snapdragon yellow, and as you smile, the sky mellows, clouds which roll, slow to a drift to admire your gifts … Continue reading Magic and Slippers
The tender age of thirteen and grunge, grime and grey eyeshadow defined me. Pegged me tightly into a hole, type cast and left there to mature. To phase into adulthood with only bangs and black kohl to cling onto. For twenty-four months, Avril Lavigne’s ‘Anything but Ordinary’ lit the fire in my stomach. Fire to fight dainty, vomit inducing butterflies and stabbing pains. Repeatedly, I crooned like a cat over the peril of the ordinary, the heart-stopping tedium of normality and the very life I wish I did not call reality. I wanted to be extraordinary.
At the tumultuous age of twenty, the curtain fell on my education, mental health and life’s possibility. Hours were no longer dedicated to day dreaming; about opportunities or victories. Instead, minutes were bottled for ironing, the recycling and my lunchbox. Robotic and rigid, security was the prize; yet it would take no leap of…
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In the Rome of old they would have built a statue, erected a theatre and named it after you. Your essence, presence captured in humble resplendence. A mortal man whose actions deserve to be carved in marble leaving indelible indents for all to remark upon and marvel. In the world of today mere words, my … Continue reading Champion
She walked in a cloud of fear and worry about being good enough for the stars and his heart. She walked in a cloud of purple, foggy and opaque. But oh, how she glittered, floated on her words and beauty with a beating heart of magic, dreaming in gold. Oh, how she glittered, as little … Continue reading She Glittered
Goosebumps are reserved for a hot bath at midnight, when all the world's asleep and silence is dead. A ripple of prickling flesh as toe by toe she enters the water scaldingly perfect and still, the sensation of memory of all baths spent the same way, turning her skin pink in shuddering delight. … Continue reading Pink Skin
To the girl dolled up with headphones hung effortlessly about her neck. Did your nose piercing hurt with the sting of disapproval? Did the ink flowers etched in your arms prick with the blood of disappointment? I ask because, standing beneath the yellow bulb in the hubbub of a pub at nine pm, … Continue reading The Girl in Black
His pain rang out like cymbals being thrown against the bricks of the house he tirelessly built on a foundation of mistrust and gravel. His mouth moved, voiceless a cry for assistance in the bleakness of civil strife, words uttered in empty rooms crowded with the faces of people he'd lost. His hand … Continue reading Subsidence
She had convinced herself
there were better men to suit her
moth like temperament.
More appropriate for her vibrancy
Over several days she had grown
of the click of his belt buckle,
how his teeth tore rabidly
at his fingernail skin
and his tendency to belittle her
visions of the future.
Visions already planned and
produced, projected onto pale, dying
She wished and wished.
Wished a switch into existence,
one which tripped the lights,
blew the bulbs –
plastic shattered shards
thrown into disarray,
and restarted her heart.
She was convinced there was a man
made for her fiery pits
and emotional debt.
Made to touch her
and soothe her woe.
Woe which spirals like a wind chime
in a hurricane;
she twists, contorts until paralyzed
beneath the bedsheets.
Heavy as lead,
left for several hours or days
where love is…
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You are perfumed in trust and familiarity, fashioned in God's image, warm arms wrapped around me, cold hands resting in the small of my back. In your eyes, blue and searching I found a home fit for a queen, my coronation in your smile, jubilee in your laugh. I'm hiding, as always, burying … Continue reading In The Evening
I pass through rooms reliving the time you were mine. Dishevelled cushions discarded in array, ghostly footsteps crossing the threshold of ecstasy. Here, my fingertips rest, caress the chipped doorframe mimicking the circles you drew across my shoulders, along my spine. Whispers of you drift delicately by my neck, cheeks and earlobes, over … Continue reading Cotton Cloud Nine