Poetry Blogs (fairytale)
Her lips were red apples,
“Don’t trust lust!”
They called her a hag
Told me she had driven me mad!
“Kiss me” she said
And then I dropped dead
Because I realised my story was wrong,
Erased the ending they taught belonged
And then all I had to do was admit!
Write into the story and say:
actually everyone I am g-
“She’s sick, she’s just sick!”
“She needs a doc...
Monday 5th September 2016 5:26 pm
Amongst the folded hills
The forest ripples
Down into the valleys,
Clambers back up
A Saxon Lord, a hunter
Atop his white and noble steed
His kinsmen close behind him
Hounds baying at the Stag
Charges through the sunlight
Painted on his brow
Concentrated on his quest
Divided from his clan
Appearing in his vision
Sunday 21st February 2016 2:42 pm
Sunday 10th March 2013 9:19 pm
The birthing of articulated expression
will always find its means of entering
into the world outside and beyond
the inner recesses of our awareness.
I love the wee and trippy hours of the
after midnight when the glass slipper
lay glimmering aloof in the moonlight
and the weary dreamer sets some
ink of thoughts onto the parchment
of a woozy head - too ea...
Monday 4th April 2011 3:05 pm