It’s been a little while since I felt like writing. I suppose that’s the thing with artistic inspiration, it’s a bit capricious at the best of times and abandons you entirely if you’re not paying enough attention. But like all good things, even a dry spell must eventually come to an end. When I walk…
Author: Dr Rose Petrohilos
Writing, cups of tea + music on rainy days.
Poetry: Sic Semper
Thus always to tyrants I scream madly into the dark You too you too stabbed a dagger deep into my heart And underneath the glowing lights and halls of whitewashed power A sneaky snake a sneaky snake of certain angry glower Beware the ides of March it isn’t safe for you out there I summon…
Poetry: Flying On The Thunder
For Victory x There is a kind of dance we know how to do A dazzling display of movement just for me and you Your feet went up as my hair tumbled down You raised me high to see my ghostly crown A halo rich in celestial motion as my eyes close Barely you held…
Poetry: Paint It
Blending my love into vibrant colours I am awash with the bright contrasts Of pink and red and yellow and green A kaleidoscope of mixed medium feelings My heart explodes with the riot of it all How can I have so many flavours and Why don’t I want to settle into only one I suppose…
Poetry: Apples
No such thing as a bad apple
Poetry: Glimmer
Winning isn’t always about being right
Poetry: Stars
There’s nothing quite so poetic As your smile in my memory It was heaven and it was hell But more than anything else it was real In a way that meant something because Very few things in your story actually were // We sit here at the cusp of autumn And the cycle has broken…
Poetry: Underneath The Greenwood Trees
For Victory, may he e’er hear a certain bird sing a midnight song. // Can you hear the rushing hush-hush-hush When the trees are talking rush-rush-rush And the stars burn brightly touch-touch-touch The birds cuckoo shush-shush-shush When I make love to you brush-brush-brush // All my love, Marie Athena
Poetry: Rose Red
vampires don’t always come by secret in the night sometimes they come in the brightest day with lights a’shining little laughs and very scary senses of humour to steal the Rose Red from my arteries lucky for me blood is a renewable resources and like the trees I plant in all the fertile hearts I…
Poetry: Wrote The Stars Into Life
Am I the girl who wrote the stars into life Am I the woman who wreaked vengeance Am I a lost boy looking for another player to join my game Am I anyone or anything other than a frightened soul looking for her home My dear lovers, once upon a time I would have looked…
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