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

Kisses

The ruby red richness of lips Dipped in cherries mixed with honey And unlike your fingers they trail Over my starburnt skin and flicker In the firelight as they brush past me On their way to sweeter pastimes Oh who can say whereupon me they Will next set ablaze with whimpers Their pretty besmirches trailed…

Bye

Remember when You first came to say hello? // I scarcely need to say more The moment imprinted Forever you hinted Until I became something of a chore // And the funny thing about living Is that I can see so much further today And yet I am done words little to none Are all…

Heart Lies

I often find my mind drifting away from the past and into future solid ground. Like a bee finding nectar in a flower I went searching and at last in the end I was found. Before me lies an endless field of poppies and roses and cherry trees in bloom. Their blood red jewels glittering…

Falling Forward In Time

// I think of you often and I wonder if you think of me Falling forward in time as we weave a grand tapestry It’s a funny thing life and I miss you as often as I thank The stars and tides for washing me up on new shores It’s a blessed life I live…

Spice

Some say the world ends in fire and some say it ends in ice But I know it ends happily ever after with cinnamon sugar and spice No city ever stood for time without facing barbarous conquest But kisses that soothe and honey that mends sets a clawed beast to rest When the floods beckon…

Bloody Damned Thing

For Victory! It’s a damned funny thing we lovers have that we sometimes call a heart they’re so easy to lose and I looked for mine a very long time before I found it And do you know what the funny thing is about finding the damned thinker-thunker again after all this time? It has…

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…