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Dystopian Fading

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We felt terror and adrenaline running
through those disintegrated streets.

You were so different from the others;
a person with a set purpose, moving.

I felt the weight of endings lingering,
as the bombs started falling heavy.

Running, hiding, killing, surviving;
that’s what we became for so long.

When it’s all over, you said we’d find
a place to call our own once again.
A place far away from the concrete
and chemicals; from the horrors
of what we and the world had become.

I said, “That would be wonderful”,
as the sound of your voice faded.

Red Cedars

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Seated at the window watching
the way snow falls on red cedars.

Night crept up too quickly,
as the days shorten to hours.

You are never far from my mind
as your tree grows taller, redder.

Snow covers our world of love,
and the red cedars stand tall,

and the red cedars stand tall;

they are a reminder of the blood
and the way you passed from light.

Seated at the window watching the
way snow falls on what was our love.

Sisters

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Weeping from behind the brown door grew louder and louder until one could hear the crying from all corners of the house.
The house lives and breathes something primal; malice lingers in the corners threatening those who venture to close to the flame.
She is only six, so she knows things and sees things the adults choose not to see; things adults choose to forget.
Weeping from behind the brown door stirs something forgotten in her soul as if she knows who occupies those walls.
Taking a torch, she pads tentatively along the hall of rooms to the one that sits at the end; the one with the brown door.
Experienced with keys and as sharp as a knife, she hastily acquires the key and puts the right one in the lock to see if it works.
A click and movement are all the convincing she needs to enter without fear; only to find out why the weeping continues.
Two eyes stare at her, and a quick movement frightens her, yet she holds her nerve and enters further still into the room.
The eyes occupy a person, and the person is familiar to her; the person is her long-lost sister who was feared dead.
Convinced at once that this is the chance, she takes her sister’s hand, they pad along the hall, and out into the night.
The parents awoke the next morning to two empty rooms. Two sisters swept up by a vanishment that created a legend.
For the girls, they made their way through the forest and into the night; now they live countries away without fear of the night.

Missing Melbourne

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Winter 2019 at the corner of Collins Street and King Street, Melbourne.

You walked in the busy city, stopping to wait for the right light.
A quick snap below of what’s above, reminds you of Winter’s day.

Looking back, you stare at the image of Melbourne town.
There is a silent way about the grey; a stillness in the sky.

Perhaps you will again see Melbourne moving on a winter’s day.

The Sea, You & Me

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A full moon illuminates the bioluminescent sea;
calm, yet before the waves were wild and free.

We jump into a dingy and take a tour of the sea,
to see how the light shines just for you and me.

A jellyfish dances below us in the luminous sea,
then you make a funny face, and you laugh at me.

We set a path for the shore as we admire the sea,
you and I silent thinking of the ring you gave me.

Your Kitchen

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Sunlight moves in, to shine a ray of
heated light through the window.
Sitting at your table, thinking about
how you used to stand, talk, smile.
A bowl of fruit on the table matches
the fruit pattern on the sink tiles.
A nook where you stood and made
a cuppa while we talked about life.
Sitting in your kitchen thinking about
all these moments we didn’t cherish.
Sunlight starts moving away from the table,
as the sunset turns the sky pink, grey.