In a tower to the east of ottoman fair Lies a lady in white combing her hair And no matter how frightened or otherwise worried with care She’ll always be Quiet Her silence In stair l am she who plays the melancholy tune The thump-shump gone unheard of since babe was in womb The eerie…
Category: Poetry
Fairy’s Slipper
Do you think the littlest fairy who sat huffing on a petal, outside in the cold would she stay there all tremble Or in the hard wind that threatened to over her throw, would she mutter and mumble all in a rush up and go? It’s best to hold out if you can as they’re…
Flickering
The lights in the house next door start to flicker on But then I feel scared and shy and I want to run And I don’t know where this feeling comes from deep inside But it claws around in me and I want to hide So I guess I’ll play it straight for a while…
Shimmer
I love the way that the curl of your lip Eeks upwards over your beard on one side As though by reaching upwards it could touch Heaven Which is ironic really, when you think about how surely footed you are in the Earth Although you are ever climbing ever striving to reach just a little…
Treacle
I suppose the feeling of fear isn’t a particularly well liked one It sinks into my hips with finality and claws up my throat with a brash, clanging taste Picture perfect pretty people punting at playing God in his own house Power to me in its own way but also inherited power, genetic, dynastic and…
Pebbles
I think the moments I remember most with you Are the times you rocked back and forth and rushed to and from and skittering danced between ideas A frantic, manic pace as your mind moved with fluidity and if not grace then perhaps with rapid-fire electric arcing And between ideas in the stillness, where the…
Guns and John Mayer
When I’m drawing blanks from the calibre of weapon in my arsenal And I can’t see a way to take someone off their self-appointed pedestal I’d like to say that I go peacefully into the quiet night like a good little poettess I’d like the knowledge that I can live and let live that I’m…
Later
Later is a magical place and time in which everything is done and everyone’s happy So many push-ups live there and all the matching socks from the dryer The quality of husbands in the land of later is, from what I hear, exceptional // It’d make a fun holiday for a while, I guess, to…
Thickened
An ice cold star flickers in the sky my lips meet yours and I taste Strawberry With small red chunks of dubious fruity origin stuck in your teeth Chocolate Malted and melted and mesmerising big brown eyes blinking Caramel Chewy like the rebound on your tongue and your spit is sweet like Vanilla And as…
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