The road is lined with cherry blossoms. Pink princesses waving me onward. I allow the petals to drift, swift into the open window of my car (the one with the engine light I ignore). They scatter so pretty, settling upon the dusty signs of a car full of life: dead skin and fragments of bitten … Continue reading Scatter so pretty
The windows in my house paint with sunlight and magic. They treat the wall beside the door as their canvas, casting spells and flourishes of love heart red, the sound of the sea blue, verdant tomorrow green and cloud thread gold. All to remind me as I leave home that although the world may not … Continue reading Sunlight & magic
I want to say thank you to the girl at the silent disco who reminded me of both femininity and humanity; what is means to be fragile and fierce, to be kind and ferocious. A club lit up in colour, a mind full of anxiety glitter and you. The girl at the silent disco … Continue reading The girl at the silent disco
It has been on my mind for days; the idea of writing a love poem with words no one has used before - when even the line above has been said. In preparation I stood in my garden; watched two doves settle in the cherry blossom and asked if this was love? Was the … Continue reading Two turtle doves
It was seven pm, although you say I was late, when I saw your face again for the first time in a year. I can only describe the feeling which passed through my arms into my heart, as electricity. My only point of reference being the time I jammed my finger into the place the … Continue reading An electric shock
Baths, when it's dark out. The house at five am. Sundays at eight am. Waiting for the fireworks to start in the park and I am wearing mittens. The sound of the sea accompanied by a bristling breeze. Sherbet lemon drops and lollies. Any flavour of ice cream. The smell of the circus and … Continue reading Things which make me shiver
It rained today; not cats or dogs nor sweet little drips and drops but it was enough to wet my clothes, make heavy feel heavier, and the earth feel closer as it rose up toward me; drenched my fingertips and I felt the weight of gravity. The heaviness which keeps the world turning and my … Continue reading Damp
To the odd tea spoon in the jar, I hope you felt welcomed when you passed over my threshold; I know the bottom of the stairs is quite cold but you’re metal so I assumed you wouldn’t care. I know you’re bigger than the rest, ill-fitting in this new home, no longer the … Continue reading My Mother’s Teaspoon
Run a bath with lavender oil and find yourself a good book. Read out loud and learn how to use your breath as you struggle with the heat and the words; it will become easier as you ease into the porcelain and stretch your legs over the edge as nobody is watching. Sink a little … Continue reading How to love
There are muddy paw prints on the side of the bath and I wonder if he is simply trying to learn how to use it without opposable thumbs or winding me up, knowing how much I dislike cleaning the bath at the best of times, trying to scrub away my tide mark; a tide mark … Continue reading Paw prints
