Would you still argue if I submerged myself in water? Meek bubbles, pleading for quiet, rising timidly to the surface. What about if I stopped - holding my breath? Would I still wear the costume, be the bone of contention between you both? I've tried to find peace in swimming out to sea … Continue reading The weight of water
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Shadows & ghosts
Are egos more than shadows? Can they unsew themselves from our Peter Pan bodies and explore the world for their own? Are egos just like ghosts? Separating themselves from the souls which massage them to torture and haunt those who left them. Is it your ego which continues to appear to me in … Continue reading Shadows & ghosts
A kaleidoscope
Imagine a kaleidoscope in your hands and the ferocious, animal wish to tear it apart - to reveal not magic, but plain, single coloured squares, no longer shards of magic but complacent, ordinary plastic. These are my thoughts - majestic fractals when held up to the pinprick of natural light - moving pictures of … Continue reading A kaleidoscope
The flower and the honeybee
She gasps in sunshine pink and petal bare arms open wide and reaching, stretching aching to be touched brushed soft by a gentle Spring wind. He glistens gold hovering tall above her desire, blossoming like lips in kisses, red, supple and stung and he sees her oranges peach pollen fuzz in the breeze. … Continue reading The flower and the honeybee
The view from up here
I try to scream but fail calls for help nestled in my throat an impotent SOS I struggle against a strength weaved within my own subconscious and I still try to scream and I fail until I give up imagining you with two black and blue eyes and I leave my … Continue reading The view from up here
Growth/decay
She breathes like a butterfly: small, stilted wiry breaths, filigree fragile like her wings so easily squashed between a finger and thumb. She breathes on though - all tubes and blinking lights as her chest falls, falls, then rises in defiance against the pale washed walls. She flutters and flits, paper thin limbs … Continue reading Growth/decay
Sunlight & magic
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
The girl at the silent disco
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
Two turtle doves
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
An electric shock
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