Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Lyrical Sunday Lives ❤❤

Welcome back from the ether "Lyrical Sunday", you have been missed. Join us in creating a lyrical contribution to a theme. I'll post mine on Sunday NZ time and you comment with your link and I'll magically share them with the world.

The prompt is

3 Wishes

And your lyrical creation needs to contain the words: dandelion and moon

Sunday, 30 April 2017

The Pain I Feel

You know that feeling when you've taken a bite of too-hot pizza?
You're trying to blink the tears away and swallow in a ladylike fashion?
While still appearing to be interested in the mundane everyday conversations around you?
Because you may miss that one moment of vulnerability that might slip out unguarded,
And linger there in the moment,
Like a ghost of the true self that is hidden
Within the heart of the girl with the blue hair
Or the soul of the boy with the secret?

You’ve felt it too​?
The pain of trying to keep up?
The pain of feeling like the only one with a secret self?

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

she runs marathons in her mind,
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

The Wolf And I

In between now and then
Skipping between the shadows
We dance
Longer, even during the nights,
Waltzing in the moonlight,
Our feet kicking up the past,
Ghosts dance under a night sky,
Fading as we break into a new day,
In the growing light we dance on
Hidden amongst the obvious
We dance.

Trailing hands in the River
Dipping in and dipping out
Following the melody
All the while, I wait for a pause.
A break, a moment
Where we are not one,
When the wolf is not at  my back
Nor at my door
Where I do not have to dance with the wolf,
For when I dance alone
Through the new day
And the terror stays in the night,
I will be free.

But for now
We dance
The wolf and I -
I and the wolf
We dance,
Partnered together
The light and the dark
We are one
For without the wolf
I am no-one.

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.

Tuesday, 22 March 2016



You used to look at me like that,
Like the world has stopped,
Like we were the only reason for being,

You used to look at me like that,
Under the full moon,
Under the colours I painted,

You used to look at me like that,
Until you saw under the veil,
Until the words and smiles faded,

You used to look at me like that,
Until the moon rose,
Until I stopped smiling,

You used to look at me like that.

Monday, 2 November 2015

Castles in the sky.

Get your head out of the clouds
Dreaming helps less than wishful thinking
Get your feet back on solid ground

His voice faded behind the contrails
Behind the roar of the jet engines

As I rose through the sky,
Fingers trailing through the wet spun sugar,
My smile grew as I started to recognize
Where I was...

I was as close to heaven as any soul can be
Whilst still leaving their vapour on glass
I walked through the castles,
The churches and mausoleums in the sky
Touching the puppies, dragons and pirate ships 
As seen by those who still looked up in wonder at the castles in the sky
And those who still wonder that we can look down with out falling 
That we are here, feet on the ground,
Head in the clouds,
Our hearts in every place we have ever loved.

spare words

spare words have been scarce lately
time has been full -
overflowing, even, with the good things,
and some of the bad,
so full that the words have been spent there
in the moment, in the hours after sunset,
in the minutes during the day that linger

spare words haven't had time to fill a phrase on a page,
the words have been caught in my throat
in my heart
as I build stories others will tell
as they remember the time we...

Tuesday, 18 August 2015


It's that moment.
Or this one.
Or the next.
The one you hope will merge with the others like it
And become:
The time we.
The remember the night?
That time you.
That time I.

As my eyes close, capturing it
Shutter falling
Capturing this moment in time
I can't help but wonder if you will remember the same one.
Or if it is a different moment
That grabbed your heart
Or tugged your smile
Or reminded you of that time we...