Poetry Blog by Kayleigh Denton
Big Sal on Perditus. (Tue, 6 Nov 2018 02:15 pm)
Big Sal on Phoenix. (Tue, 6 Nov 2018 02:14 pm)
Big Sal on Maternal Affliction (Wed, 6 Jun 2018 09:14 pm)
A canine, but rather a calm and sensitive healer than a ravenous hunter.
His warm fur comforting, safe, a haven for the broken.
Striking nocturnal eyes see brightness lurking deep within a bent and blackened heart.
Paws patiently claw away at the walls of safety, built upon a mountain of pessimism and lost trust.
Tuesday 16th April 2019 11:52 pm
Your soul is a blazing fire, burning so deep that the smoke is almost undetectable.
You are a bird, feathers aflame, awaiting your next incarnation.
You are strong, battling an endless terrain of monsters that only you can hear.
You are beautiful, love and empathy flow through the blood in your veins and cause your skin to glow.
You are a survivor, like the creature your name derived from, re...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 12:26 pm
An outcast, a burden, emotional instability’s emaciated hostage.
The fading marks on her skin, a mere map of the painful roads of her past.
She’s frozen, no way out of the solitary confinement that is her own mind.
Derogatory whispers slowly convince her that she is unwanted, unloved, alone.
Thursday 18th October 2018 9:05 pm
He pins me to the ground, and whispers into my ear. “Why are you still around? Nobody really wants you here.”
I yell no, try to fight him off, beg and plead. There is no point, he’s staying, I can’t help but take heed.
This dark entity, this monster who lives in my head. This bully who won’t give up until I am dead.
Will I ever take control of this fight, and break free? Or will this for...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 9:43 pm
Small, subtle, barely there, and ever so slight.
Were the precious little flutters I felt first tonight.
Faint waves of hello, I am here, feel my touch.
I knew then, my child, I adored you so much.
Ten fingers, ten toes, would you have daddy's eyes?
Would you sleep through the night? Or wake Mama with your cries?
Such questions left unanswered, our time tainted from the start.
Sunday 24th December 2017 12:02 am
Eyes are the windows to the soul, so they say.
Well yours, my darling, all but take my breath away.
Inviting, captivating, and mesmerising beauty.
Pools of stardust, that twinkle, glitter, sparkle so cutely.
Tuesday 28th November 2017 6:34 pm
Three times a mother, factual, though agonising to accept.
You asked me where my children are, I merely wept.
You see dear, my motherhood is not one of physicality.
It is that of the heart, of the soul, spirituality.
It is true that when a child is born, crying, alive.
A mother's will is to protect it, a goal to which she will strive.
But what happens when but a faint heartbeat fails to be?
Monday 27th November 2017 8:39 pm
Those of pain.
Blotches of red smear my cheek.
On first glance, appearing strong. Though deep within, I am weak.
Tear stained pillow. Soaked with grief. Late at night. My only friend.
Eyes pinged open. Knotted stomach. Sadness. Longing for an end.
Sunday 26th November 2017 10:57 pm