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little trees and fallen leaves

Seat laid back I stare up at the sky Out window, tinted dark Through the glass to my side Watching the skeletal trees Turn from verde to oxide My little trees hang twist spin In the turbulent gaseous air All the scents of the rainbow To match with my despair I count them now strawberry… Continue reading little trees and fallen leaves

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Of love and lemonade and glass jars and not rolling down spirals

I have been neglecting my blog... I guess this isn't a completely terrible thing as it is still the holiday season and we are all still trying to get back into the swing of normal life. I'm swinging nowhere currently... it is 8.30am and I am writing this from my bed. A year ago when… Continue reading Of love and lemonade and glass jars and not rolling down spirals

bloggity blog, poetry

winter high seas

Timber creaks under our toes this lady moans underneath us protesting the storm when the swell rises and breaks salty brine bone soaking everything it does not knock us down Ocean whipped winds beat a war cry out on my chest and dance with my Medusa hair free I stare down into that blueberry plum… Continue reading winter high seas

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future without you

Impotent torments dangling Your efforts limp and listless The teeth are gone from your grin, I see Cheshire cat But all tail between legs, disappearing It is okay to let go now Seperate ways and parted What you cling to is but a thread anyway It has unravelled as far as it will go Our… Continue reading future without you

bloggity blog, poetry

a toxic melody

Can you hear the lady calling Her voice is sweet as honeyed wine She calls to you Walk into the woods to find her Though it is dark you will not regret it She knows you still think of her Think of burying your face in her hair Locks of spun gold starlight amber pale… Continue reading a toxic melody

Art, poetry, warrior goddess queen

going going gone

I awoke this morning More alive than ever before Still breathing Despite the passing storm Your grip on me On us Is slipping And you feel it... Don't you? I do not need to hear your voice To know the answer I do not need to remember you To recognise that you are going going… Continue reading going going gone