There was a time when I lived in two worlds, and with one foot in each camp I felt pretty good about myself I felt like I had options and I had a choice But I always thought that one day I’d commit to somewhere and that I’d make that choice I suppose I did…
Author: Dr Rose Petrohilos
Writing, cups of tea + music on rainy days.
Blown Away
Glass blowing is an ancient art and there are times when I wish I hadn’t seen that you had mastered that long before I knew that your shape was one crafted to perfectly match mine And that you were warm and malleable and that Your heart did not deform but only perform the beats that…
The Little Shadow
Gather round the fire lovely ones, and look up into the night sky. It’s so beautiful, don’t you think? But it isn’t always so light, and sometimes you might get caught in the shadows (no that’s not foreshadowing, I promise). Ah, I also promised you a story did I? Very well. Once upon a time…
Fortress
Where the trees are high and the sky is clear Over the seas are mysteries rich with deer Against the silence a troll much afeared Is unmatched by a warriors year-long beard And wherever we roam he’ll always come home To a fortress and the girl who writes this poem
Sticky
The blood on my gloves dries sticky Like ancient fueds that refuse to heal And instead ooze a red poison through bandages And they are thick enough to cushion the wearer But still the infection boils hot in my veins And my fever runs unchecked Tis but a passing thing, or so I once thought…
MarieAthena & Co 