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
Category: Poetry
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…
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…
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…
Baby Fire
With every candle you buy me I grow my love for you a little bit more Toasting my marshmallowy heart one yummy flicker at a time And who is really to say if Strawberry Shortcake or Lava or Prosecco Are real and proper flavours for a baby fire? Surely they’re not but then again I’m…
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