Dear Wise, what shall I ever do without you? x Wisdom doesn’t grow on trees But on the other hand Neither does good soldiering Like all worthwhile things Wisdom takes patience Go with the flow Maps does it automatically No negativity in my life Don’t stress Don’t stress you say Well look here young man…
Author: Dr Rose Petrohilos
Writing, cups of tea + music on rainy days.
Poetry: Under The Starlight
For a lady who is not yet named x Dreams are small and kissable things That start as ideas clouds and moonshine And slowly twinkle under the starlight Until they become as real as you and I Which is to say that while some dreams are always new Small things that feel fragile breeze-blown and…
Poetry: Lay Lovers Lay
To a man named Crow, from his own beloved cast of characters. Lay lovers lay A black bird takes in strays He’s old enough to know better We all feel heaven when he prays Author of our lives our thoughts our very destiny With stately and gentle grace you guide us The children of your…
Poetry: We Grow
Apple blossoms and new lovers in the spring Warm breezes and sunshine making me sing The smiles of my friends hidden behind masks Bear witness to many hours spent on fruitful tasks I harvest now the seeds we grew and I am so happy to announce My bushels are overflowing with joy I dwell in…
Poetry: Makes It Okay
For Lexicon, a man of both character and unending food preferences. When I walk into the valley of the shadow of fear (Otherwise known as my university) I never fear that I need to stand alone Holding your hand and feeling you pat my back As I sob my heart out and speak of Unspeakable…
Poetry: Wagon To The Stars
For Pied, thank you so much x The smallest things can make the biggest difference Like saying hello and You’re lovely You’re doing the right thing But more than that I Am eternally grateful For the spirit the light the fire That brights up love wherever she goes Where my Pied Piper leads only she…
Poetry: My Favourite
My favourite food is music, because as we play it nourishes love My favourite drink is starlight, for it drops softly on my beloved My favourite flower is a rose, for no other is as sweetly scented My favourite touch is my lover’s, who awakens joyous light in me <3, Marie Athena
Poetry: Wild Spring
For my dearest Cherry Love, thank you so much for coming. You’re beautiful, and you’re going to be just fine xo When the Lord knocks on her door She flicks her hair behind her ear and answers And she cries out Jesu, Jesu! Throws on a cape and sweeps into the trees Eyes wide and…
Word To The Wise: Stars
For Wise, may he ever find his way back with the stars to guide him and the night air blowing in his sails. The problem I have with good advice Is honestly quite longstanding Like a shooting star streaking across the sky I’d rather crash and burn up in the atmosphere Than admit when I…
A Letter to Mr Knife Ears: Never Emptied
Dear Mr Knife Ears, The thing about happiness is that in my experience it comes from feeling the river flow through me. It isn’t about happiness coming from affirmation from others, recognition at work, my other roles, social connection, my intimate relationships, jokes from my family or good mental health. It is about happiness coming…
MarieAthena & Co 