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A Bracelet Of Daisies
A Bracelet Of Daisies
She made me a daisy bracelet
And twisted the stems round my wrist
We swore we would never forget
the sun slowly set as we kissed
And for a short while that was true
love blossomed like that daisy chain
but those white petals never grew
the green shoots were twisted in pain
It hurts when you’re given a heart
that unnourished withers and ...
Monday 20th April 2020 2:51 pm
Saint Valentine's Day Mascara
Saint Valentine’s Day Mascara
She cried when I forgot.
She cried when I remembered,
her tears like silver arrows
to my heart,
her eyes black-lined with sorrow.
The ink, barely dried,
smudged with liquid joy.
A big wet splash on the ‘o’
turning ‘love’ into ‘live’
and crowning my name
like a liquid tiara
for a princess
in a cruel land.
Granting wishes
like kisses.
So I wished s...
Tuesday 3rd February 2015 6:53 pm
dust
dust
dust settles
dead skin
I trace my finger
through you
wishing you
were here
not gone
in a cloud
of dust
not spread
across my
furniture
like winterfall
and so
I don’t clean
I sit and stare
at the places
you have been
the places
where you
touched me
kissed me
before the rage
and arguments
...
Monday 23rd September 2013 11:17 pm
Deadly Nightshade
Deadly Nightshade
touching you
gently
kissing your neck
feeling
your heartbeat
synchronise
with mine
the grey clouds
on a Tuesday
in September
spill
their leaden
tears
twilight
seeps
between
heavy
curtains
slowly
ebbing
into
darkness
time
slows to
a strum
s...
Thursday 16th May 2013 10:50 am
Jigsaw
Jigsaw
They say you cannot live without me,
yet I am happy lying here alone –
adrift on an ocean of Axminster.
You didn’t miss me until you were finished
and by then it was far too late.
I was just one of your many pretty pieces,
inconsequential to the scheme of things,
until I was the only thing you needed.
By then I was safely hidden away,
f...
Friday 5th April 2013 10:09 am
The Clown
The Clown
This make-up’s dried upon my face,
gone cracked with age and wear.
I can’t remove this absurd mask.
You’ll never know how much I care.
The girl with pretty eyes will smile,
the clown, so sad, will sigh.
Another chance has passed away.
Another star lights the sky.
You see the clown and laugh at him,
I turn away and cry,
‘cos...
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 10:10 am
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