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: Rivalry: A Tale of Two Spies
Poetry: Blood Sings
In honour of a really lovely ballet – from Rose to Flint in happier times My blood sings keenly of time and places long past A wish for some handsome stranger to hold me fast To listen to my songs and to read my poetry Breathing deeply of my perfume everfree Dip me in a…
Poetry: Moonbled
Part of my ongoing series Rivalry: A Tale Of Two Spies, this poem was written from Valerie to Rose while Valerie is being held in the Black Tower. in precious moments we rest our heads underneath trees we lie on grassy beds of flowers and freedom from pain and in truth there is nothing to…
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