this endless summer
Aloe Vera soothes the skin
The kettle screams, ” Tea! “
rolling on and off the lounge
napping while watching Netflix
Tag: poem
The Thrum
leaves fall in the night
the thrum of the forest drums
wild tribal dancing
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
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
Morning
Water streaming towards the kettle
emptying my emotions into the sink
My favourite jumbo cup awaits
The kettle tells me she is finished
pouring boiling water into the plunger
Watching the way the coffee grains move
The milk and sugar do whatever they want
watching the empty spoon of my life
A final sound as the teaspoon hits the sink
C & K 