the caress of a throw rug
your favourite chair by the fire
listening to the crackling
Undercover, yet exposed
vast skylight flooding the night
movements in the sky
Poetry | Stories | Photography
the caress of a throw rug
your favourite chair by the fire
listening to the crackling
Undercover, yet exposed
vast skylight flooding the night
movements in the sky
My respective words
the silhouette of my misshaped words
They sound disjoined
a laugheratic continuation of childhood
Ridiculed for being tall
a small person hidden within a giantess
My made-up words
just a case of laughter meeting low opera
Stare at me, my love
Come on, stare a little more!
spinning around you
silken shadows moving fast
bend reality

your unforgettable fire
lashes my skin
until we burn so bright
There’s an idiom about you;
you clutching at old words.
Wondering about you again;
again I make haste slowly.
Frightened by the night sky;
sky dreams telling me lies.
Waiting for your love again;
again you’ll choose to hide.

There was an ordinary day,
on that day, I met a beautiful willow tree
with eyes of many colours.
With her hand in another’s,
I looked upon that willow tree with doleful love
that could never come to be
A golden-haired willow tree,
haunting my memories with her beauty and grace;
a ghost of a love unfulfilled.
Summer’s Secret shrine
Sailing on the sea slowly
Sun setting sunshine

The touch of snow,
courage where once there was a desire to be unseen.
Despite their warnings,
a desire stronger than the old trees takes hold.
Walking towards the trees,
whispering from the dark and the light of your being.
Something otherworldly,
a name forms upon your lips as you fall: “Freya”.
Ages of sorrow and happiness within
this ancient place of stone and metal.
Standing in a wistful frame of mind
as the feelings move through my heart.
Some metal bars are for protection,
while others imprison the body.
Some metal bars imprison our mind;
wisdom can be found in odd places.

playful eyes
pink blushy cheeks
frolicking around you
fluttering those big eyes
Is she a kitten or a cat?
Perhaps she is both.
fierce and kind
fiery and kinky
pretty beautiful one
flowing through my life