Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Aggresive Feminism 😉 Dear soul they tell you things To keep you quiet To keep your thoughts shallow To keep you as you are Good dogs don’t think for themselves Don’t ask too many questions Stop trying to change the world they say And they hold a hand around your mouth…
Author: Dr Rose Petrohilos
Writing, cups of tea + music on rainy days.
Haiku: Faun
Beneath soft bedsheets A dear trapped sleeping Hunter shoot your shot
Poetry: Birds
For Victory xo Beauty be in all she is A soft red and white robin in wedded bliss Under a string of fairy fire Hummingbird heart beats faster as I spiral ever higher The thrum of a lyrebird’s wings Could never counter the call of nightmarish kings // But now it all mellows into a…
Poetry: Free
Verily I say unto you that it is the truth that sets a man free But it is kindness and love that sets women free Who bring them through tough times and dry the tears That decorate our too beautiful faces and when for the Thousandth time a soldier comes home weary of war It…
Poetry: My Land
For as many years as I’ve walked this earth I’ve walked with magical footsteps The line between this world and the one before us blurred in rhythmic harmony On me by my land my home my lovers Overlapping moments of music and unknown quantities and the rush of windchimes In gum trees and ancient beech…
Poetry: Atalanta
Ice cream crushes on his ruby red lips The smell of salt water underneath perfectly cut fingernails Laughter ringing out in peals of delight Happiness is in the air like the smell of cotton candy And as the fairy lights are strung around the boardwalk His heart lights are strung around the girl with the…
Short Story: Underneath
Most good stories tend to start underneath things. Underneath trees, rich dark rainclouds, a beautiful lover, a sense of impending doom – these are all great places to start a story. Dear readers, I don’t start this story underneath anything quite so interesting, I’m afraid. I start this story underneath fluorescent lights and a plasterboard…
Haiku: Rises
He rises with dawn Red-eyed wild halo glinted horns Burning cock crowing
Poetry: Roam Free
Thumbs and fingers get everywhere in a glorious messy picture And desperation in equal measures delving deep for buried treasure Connection and your hands in mine and my hands in your hair We worship at an altar and sing hymns full of tea and tender care The love the light the life that is between…
Poetry: Flickers In Tainted Moonlight
For Patroclus, for in him I see myself, and he sees me. For three score or as many years as I can muster I’ll run through my words a scythe through bluster I pity the poor souls who lie and steal from me Mistress of arms I am the truth who set herself free The…
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