Lovers Breath

Spectral touch Miniature death Body unsheathed Familiar caress   Redundant womb Alight in haste Rekindled by knowing chase   Stolen breath Rapture bound Soul bequest to stone shroud   Timid steps cement her place Where before life erased   Emerald moss lines the bed Silently awaiting lovers breath

Chestnut Crown

Mottled sky Damp skin Earth blanket Feminine   Rainpour Barefoot Chestnut crown and papercuts   Night bleeds into day Shadow winds smite their prey   Paths appear cut through vine Awaiting her enveloped by twine   As weary souls collect for bed, Resigned to one made of thread.    

5 A Day

It took a recent hangover to realise the closest I’ll come to meeting my 5 a day is a fruit smoothie.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not averse to veggies, it’s more the false advertising I endured as a child that has left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Take the humble carrot for example,... Continue Reading →

Life Through A Lens

I have a confession to make, whilst I want to encourage you to allow your mug to be captured on celluloid, I’m slightly guilty of Madge’s Papa Don’t Preach, in that my first reaction the moment someone requests a photo is to become a hive of industry. I’m not suggesting you rush out and buy... Continue Reading →

Collar and Cuffs

Don’t worry, I’m not about to ask you to prove you’re a natural blonde.  However, I will let you into one of my personal beliefs and it’s not that the children are our future (although alarmingly at some stage they will inevitably take over the so called free world as we know it) rather I... Continue Reading →

That’s Me In The Corner

Unfortunately, I can’t do justice to Michael Stipes’ soaring vocal, but as a teenager I could often be found skulking in corners, eagerly awaiting the comforting blanket of dusk. It was a huge gulf in audience, that leap from junior to secondary school, I’m not too proud to say I didn’t just flounder, I retreated. ... Continue Reading →

Scar Tissue

I was a clumsy kid; some things don’t change.  I’ve lost count of the fractures I accumulated in my early years, but it never bothered me.  At that age you attained almost celebrity status once that magical cast was set over your damaged limb.  Suddenly kids you never knew couldn’t wait to pen their name... Continue Reading →

The Lighthouse: A Bed Of Words

Aaron shivers fitfully beneath a bed of words, wondering if his own tormentor had accompanied him from slumber; becoming omnipresent in the past weeks. Cliff edges huddle together in his mind as weary eyes close, a familiar connection to his mother; stone ladies picking over the obituaries and the latest gossip on the church steps.... Continue Reading →

The Lighthouse: Luna

It is with gargantuan effort Luna’s eyelids eventually crack open.  Heavy and slick, she notes a greasy residue upon them, congealing around the corners and between the lids. From somewhere above a light flickers as the room swims around her listless body; heart fluttering, a beating of wings. A robe of cold moonlit air rushes... Continue Reading →

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