My underwritten writing is begging me to slow down Begging me to unwrite what I wrote Begging me to cease the relentless pace set for me by the editors The publishers, the booksellers and the optioners And I am just floating in a sea of words and I cannot really see my way clear I…
Author: Dr Rose Petrohilos
Writing, cups of tea + music on rainy days.
Thicket
The curve of a bush or a woman in bloom is reflected in my hands They make mirrors of each other in-out-out-in brushing strands Of leaves or time across the universe and who waits at the city on the edge of forever But a Poet and a Dance brushing off Fate and Chance whose hoofbeats…
Violet and Intemperate
Speak to me O Muse of that thing which we call love That is washed away in the sands of the mighty just as easily as it is held in the hearts of the brave Sing to me a battle hymn of he who is unrepentant in his gaze and she who rose to meet…
Bite Me
If a woman were to be expressed in fullness she would take up all the breadth of the national library and still have several thousand floppy disks left over Suitable to match, I suppose the floppy remarks and Toms, Dicks and Harrys she leaves behind her on her journeys and leftovers are often a sad…
I Decorate The Sun For You
When the light is low and the wind is long I shape the shadows on the ground And I like to make them change and play until they’re old enough and long enough to pass away Into the cool soothing night they at long last light fade Until the morning when the shape of the…
Dark Wings
Sometimes I imagine you with dark wings above a city full of stars Although none shine as bright as your beautiful eyes reflecting mine // Sometimes I imagine your hair blowing around your shoulders dark and curly And the way the stands move in the wind is wild and relentless just like your pursuit //…
Itchy
The grass underneath them is itchy and its bending and twitching and it’s moving How can it keep holding up such an awkward conversation for hours and hours They have been talking and talking and talking without an end to the ridiculousness of it all The drama they’ve managed to create with each other, and…
There’s Something Missing
In a tower sits a princess waiting and waiting to be called And although she’s scraped like sinew on bone she gets no rest at all I wonder if she’s happier now on the long and lonely nights Or if she’s just lost the ringing bell that lets her feel the frights In the middle…
I Would Like
I would like to sing to you dear Mothers a song of the tea I’d like to tell you how many bridges it could span between the chatter Because when we have nothing else left we do have the time for tea // So why is it that all my tea has gone cold and…
MarieAthena & Co 