Sunday, 5 November 2017
Sunday, 22 October 2017
Sunday, 30 April 2017
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
chasing thoughts that evade her
as she lies clinging to the concept of sleep
she wades through arguments in her mind,
trying to gain ground, or understanding,
before she has to waltz on eggshells
she lies breathlessly waiting,
what tune will play at dawn -
who will she be?
Monday, 24 October 2016
Friday, 21 October 2016
Sometimes the universe is caught
In your eyes, lit up by laughter,
in her tears, sliding over pale cheeks
In magic he made for you,
Of glitter and tea, a child's potion.
Sometimes the stars blur,
Becoming fairy wings glittering in the setting sun
Or crushed glass under water and lights.
Stirred by winds, invisible fingers
Trailing through the memories of today and tomorrow.
Sometimes the universe falls at your feet,
Silken black, begging for forgiveness
At the shortness of breath,
The dying light at the tips of your fingers
At the end of the miracle, stardust crumbles
Caught only in photographs and memories.
Tuesday, 29 March 2016
When the song plays and your face is all I see,
Taken out of context, stolen from the photo I took in the river, summer-warm,
Frozen smiles, secrets of youth, sunlit,
Taken before we spent timeless days dancing the dance of misheard lyrics and stubbed toes
I wonder where it is now
That other life, that other me?
When he sings along to the song,
His voice hides a smile, the words tickle him,
When the song plays, and he sings,
I can smile again.
I wonder at that dance,
That old life, that old me.