leaves fall in the night
the thrum of the forest drums
wild tribal dancing
Category: Poetry
Forgotten
alive, yet erased
cloth denies identity
no voices allowed
an education
imagination and dreams
the Taliban takes
when nothing remains
strong women stand tall with a
quiver and arrows
a forgotten death
for the tyranny of this
land must be undone
New
the wane of the moon
My past and the present go
a new beginning
Polluted Optimism
an extreme heat day
social media pollutes
my dear optimism
Nap Cusp
itchy from the wind
on the cusp of a sweet nap
insistent meows
the washing machine chimes in
ready for a holiday
From our Armchairs
Rows of dream houses
Here, today looks the same as
simple yesterday
Inside the four walls
The ruse of our lives is clear
as we slowly change
Constant internet
Increasingly filtered snacks
armchair protesting
Ourland
wandering in the snow
We know the ways of this land
Whispers of war come
We will not bend the knee to
men who possess no honour
Cotton Trees
on sunburnt country
thoughts of the fairy floss trees
the old cotton loom
Snow Pillow
Dreams upon a snow pillow
The forest murmurs from afar
My ocean meets the cliffs
Scent
the scent of roses
walking towards a bus stop
steps upon the ice
dappled with coffee
moving with quiet kindness
sipping a mug soon
boxed in by the cars
She never feared ice before
intense violence
all the books she loved
all the kindness in the world
a cold scentless death
C & K 