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to sit alone,
hidden from the rain
darkening the afternoon sky
alone with my thoughts
staring at the raindrops
falling hard towards the ground
to sit with you
the collector of my thoughts
shaping poetry you won’t read
tickled by your humour
understanding we are different,
yet we are the same
Ivory and Rose
a soft complexion
Bathed in sunlight
warm Ivory and Dusty Rose
Lovely almond eyes
hide unexplored longings
Love moves on the wind
flowers release the scent of summer
To be your only love
scented and waiting for you to arrive
A hesitation sees you turning away
courage to speak the words
You stop, freeze and turn around
a look is enough
for me to know
Your love for me is now enough
The dinner party begins
by the shadows of amber candlelight.
Dinner is served to the
sound of a flirty swing and jazz band.
Mad and wild vibes flow
as their manners and decorum vanish.
The band plays wild jazz
as the dinner table begins to vibrate.
The guests and hosts lose
control as the glass starts breaking.
Everyone dances wildly to
the end of everything as the house
collapses around them.
A loud bang
you never knew what hit you
A terrible mess
who knew it would be this hard
you tremble
unable to move from the spot
you begin to cry
condensed milk is everywhere
I wake up to stifling heat. The news shows an arctic blast in the north, so I daydream.
Transported to the snow, I hear the sweet made-up song of a wren and what I think might be the sound of crispy snow.
Jolted back to reality, a sparrow sits on the fence, laughing at me.
Shadows deepen
Sun flows through the windows
Unable to touch so much
Carpet burnt by the sun in places
If there are ghosts, they are laughing
they’ve seen so many hearts before
The folly of the footsteps lingers
We repeat the customs in different bodies
Death and life take on a cog-like view
Passed down from stone to stone
No women at the helm until now
Wasted spaces on ancient customs
Looks of wonder, some anger
The carpet remains for now
Tattered and dingy in the stuffy places
Cranky vacuums inflict various opinions
Sworn enemies in love for so long
Shadows deepen in the room
A tree from outside wants to sit for tea
Birds flee from the windows
The final curtain closes on another life
Dead flowers litter tables
We will keep them on the stem again
Dad would have been sad
Another set of footsteps lost
I hover between sleep and awake, feeling the effects of waking dreams and a death-like calm.
The music presses me on through feelings of exhaustion and stressed-out commitments.
When the song stops, I find myself falling towards the keyboard.
I hover, then give in to my dreams.
looking out
a heart’s desire
cobbled streets
romance once set in
the visible sea
no sign of the ship
waiting for x to come home
the cut-out walls
clean glass for a short time
amorous longings
silence louder than a bomb
a heart lost at sea
impossible to cage freedom
all the more exciting
when x brings the sea home
I work from home alone.
I raise my eyes to the window,
and
look out towards the hills, cows.
Magpies snap up worms from our lawn.
At lunch, I stand in thongs and a coat,
watching everything between heaven and Earth.
The wind wails of Winter, yet it is Summer.
strong and courageous
take whatever is dished out
marshmallow inside
C & K 