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Unfinished Skyline

Unfinished Skyline

Our horizon is woven with tapestry faults. Intricate highs where thread ran bare, Hidden lows, longing to be unpicked, Undone, un-loved. We exist unfinished, Discarded on a taut frame. Clipped greetings as we pass in the street, Guarded glances of maybe; Maybe we should talk Maybe one day that Oxford skyline we dreamed of Maybe [click here to read more]

Here's To Us

Here’s To Us

I look to your future and wonder if I’m in it A glimpse or a nod to what might be. Do you see me? I’m waving, Enthusiastically. Desperately. Jubilee spirit on a cold, grey day.

The Subtext of Silence

The Subtext of Silence

If you have something to say, just say it. I will bear it as I have before. Your silence rises up my body like stagnant water, Pungent and cold. Engulfed in suppositions, I am left speechless; The elocution of the damned. Silence is tarnished. 28 carat truths untold.

Blockade

Blockade

Words of hate, raised fists and shaming me, Blaming me for the crooked picture now smashed upon the floor. Barbed love as you pull me to you and whisper you’re sorry, Not to worry, it won’t happen again. But it does and the eggshells I tread on slice the soles of my feet. You have [click here to read more]

For My Daughter

For My Daughter

I will not tell you how to fly. You’ll soar, go spread your wings and explore the blue. When you fall, I may not catch you, But tend your wounds as I ever did before. I will not tell you what to think. Your ideas are your own and you must grow them. I’ll guide [click here to read more]

Artful

Artful

You coloured my soul. Shocking me pink, Shining me with yellows; you painted me scarlet. Then came the blues.

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