Ambrosia

My mother’s arms arc gently, paintbrush in hand. She is decorating my bedroom walls with flowers; pink petals, purple shadows and sunshine yellow centres. I watch, sat cross legged in the middle.   Cross legged on a beige carpet, surrounded by the magnolia walls my mother is gracing with her colours, her charm, her beauty … Continue reading Ambrosia

The Vale

We talked more here than at home. It was the only place I could look at you and love you timelessly.   The silence, was comfortable too. No longer punctuated with betrayal and bickering about anything, from the biscuit tin to communism.   I guess it’s all worthless now. It won’t lessen the distance or … Continue reading The Vale

Whirligig

I used to believe in abracadabra magic; white rabbits from hats, ribbons from shirt sleeves, coins from behind my ear, children’s party make believe; dragons and princesses, tall towers and treehouses, and the way the wind blows whispers when you are small and slight with dreams dripping on your brow and in the crooks of … Continue reading Whirligig

Summer Rain

My palm blossoms forth, fingers stretching toward the sun reaching for the empty space beside me, reaching out for you;   reaching out for your copper warmth skin wrapped in twilight in a cold Winter's night kiss, your eyes a molten blue.   I curl inward, around cotton memory aching for your return, idyllic Summer … Continue reading Summer Rain

Aurora

The sun rises in all places, even here, across these headstones, casting beams of sunlight onto pavement and grass. Everything is asleep, except her, a lone wanderer who likes the taste of 7am and the way the sky blushes as the moon whispers goodbye and the sun, hello. Everything is silent, apart from her heart … Continue reading Aurora

Rain

I can't imagine you here anymore, whether it be the passage of time or if I've purposely pushed you from my mind.   This place I call mine, a place we called ours.   Now I pick the flowers, wash and leave the dishes; plates standing tall, suds dripping down like a girl caught in … Continue reading Rain

At Dawn

In the darkness of my bedroom I think of you the most. I think about your chest pressed against my back. I think about your arm around my waist, stroking each curve you've remembered like wood grain. I think about your voice, its calming quiet which envelopes me in safety. I think about your head … Continue reading At Dawn