Fingerprints etched with a finely sharpened tool into the stone Someone may have wanted to preserve a moment here They should have known that all they could effect was a memorable stone to stand behind; brooding at the passing of […]
Where Are My Sunsets?
Where are my sunrises? Where are my sunsets? Where are my days? An endless night has taken their place. Where are my colours? Where is the music? Colourless it fades. A blurry image of a world now passes by – […]
Doppelgänger – The Poet About the Woman
She speaks through me, she looks like me but I don’t want to know her – and if she was able to hear my voice or heed my advice there’s much I’d like to show her. But turning gently in […]
The Poet Encounters the Prosaic
Someone once said to me: “Not all of your poems have to be good. After all, when you need to fill out a whole book, some of the material will inevitably just have to be fillers.” Just no. A chance […]
The Endless Question
The question never ceases to surprise me – the only one most men have wits to think of when they hear that I write poetry. “So, you write love poems, don’t you?” over and over – always the same – […]
I Can Resist This! –
Tenuous grip on sanity – that scent of man – tendons on a turned neck – the gesture of a hand – Flex of muscles on a leg – – I can resist this! – To long – it’s been […]
evening, tired
Thick drops bright red dissolving in tonic water – evening distant buzz fading – tired of drinking, too tired not to –
Idealism In Hindsight
Though said that I have principles, ideals and dreams of better futures worth the building, is the truth not rather, somehow still, that no thought of mine ever soared so high that I didn’t, beneath it, secretly yearn to shear […]
There’s a Nightmare Afoot
There’s a nightmare afoot and I cannot tell if it is a dream or reality rearing its ugly head intent on breaking the spell – Something dropped and then picked up only to be dropped again – play that on […]
Whatever Comes Of It, At Least I Tried, I Did
I would write, I would write but I am tired and the words don’t come – perhaps tomorrow or any other day but today. But if I say that every day I may never get to write again and that […]
What I Am
I am a stray cat nobody wants to feed – I am an echo in the silence you create with all the noise you make – I am a shadow in the darkness of the night – I am a […]
The Restless Darkness
I am a civilized woman, am I not? A product of a state who never lets me go. A product of millennia of development, and paths that others had to go. Then why does the darkness within remain? The drive […]
What Is the Value of Life If This Is All It Is Reduced To?
A quiet but merciless centrifugal force of inarticulate gibberish burst from people’s lips around me. There is no respite from the meaning I fail to discern in their murmurings. There is no peace to be had from moving lips and […]
The Moth Inside
The moth inside me yearns towards the people in the crowd with their invisible light – the aura of their company invisible by sight – although each contact only causes me to burn. Yet still I find myself dwell on […]
Teacher Totally Disenchanted
The more I know, the less you seem to know. I used to think you knew everything. Now I know that you know a few things. And fake a good many. Now I know that I could teach you. Yet […]
I Shrink Down Next To You
Blanketed by darkness that nestles itself around my heart – probing my brain with foggy tentacles for light left – Leaden arms and legs that feel unlike my own and a voice that speaks through my mouth though I can’t […]
As the World Forgets My Existence
A scorching summer’s sun sinking making way for pale pink ribbons flailing disappearing into inky bluish black – We stood here once your back not turned – Do you remember who I am? Did that memory fade or does a […]
The Darkness Approaches
The darkness approaches, I struggle to fight it – it prods and it pushes – deny it; deny it! – there’s part of my soul that it clings onto tightly – I cannot escape it – release me; release me! […]
The Prospect of Ageing
Time heals, time mends, time lets you comprehend… That grey hair wasn’t there yesterday! Don’t fight with nature, you are it; ever sure – Indestructible, unbreakable – intertwined with nature you will endure… But that wrinkle – too early… Isn’t […]
Those Days
Those days – and all that we still thought might be! Those days of awkward memory! Those days have proved themselves – in hindsight – best, and yet we didn’t know, and let them go to waste.