Matthew Faul on Torture
8 hours ago
The empty stems of the fennel
Under umbrella heads of raindrops
Are perches for the waiting birds
The grey green sage leaves
Glow crystal white in the frost
Moss grows where the branch
Leaves the trunk of the bonsai
Its ruddy leaves falling
Amongst the yellowing leaves
A single crimson rose bud perishes
Yellow leaves have fallen from the dogwood...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 10:53 am
And then, suddenly, it was calm - the morning wind which threw
rain hard against the window panes and sent beech leaves rushing
across the grass to pile gold-brown against all that the borders grew,
all slowly dulling their greens to wet, muted browns, brushing
the soil as their leaves curl and droop - vibrant Spring-strength gone,
The wind ...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 10:50 am
I breathe in, filling up my lungs with the cold, cold winter air. Hair the colour of ruby floating in the wind, the tears dripping down my face until they too float away. A piece of concrete crumbles away and falls, until I can no longer see it, swallowed up by the shadows, which have come a bit too close for comfort now. Threatening to swallow me too.
Instead I angle my face to the sun. So un...
Saturday 10th June 2017 12:32 am