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Winter's Wolf
The sharp-toothed skirmisher of January past
passes its knives by her cheeks;
the hillside heralds its shredded brown visage,
winter’s wolf howls the bitter conquest of the moors.
The season of concealing crowns and faces,
of cautious feet across the maze of wilted souls
to reach the lone tree, grey lightning petrified in time.
Frozen into the bark are age and time.
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Monday 9th January 2017 4:51 pm
The first muse
She was always picturesque in the garden
and the bright pop of colour amidst the grey city
In his words he tried to capture her beauty,
with objective distance, where she was ardent
She coaxed out something within him,
reignited the flames where the chandelier had grown dim
She soothed the heaving seas of his fears
and knew how to brush away his tears
With a firm but intell...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 10:45 am
At the gates of Hades
I said, my love, I’ve paid my dues,
the ferryman awaits,
though he does not wait for you.
We sat in silence as he guided his ship,
slicing through the slick ink of the Styx.
He helped me onto the dock with one
withered, sympathetic arm.
The dog and its three heads turned
to me, watching pensively.
They gave a yip; and beside the fallen tree,
a lone, bent-backed man pu...
Sunday 20th March 2016 10:25 am
I have a letter from you
I have:
a letter from you. It is typed,
in Times New Roman, font 12.
Your way of saying goodbye.
I never got to say anything back.
Face to face,
we only knew how to laugh
at each other. No point in being serious,
it can’t be serious.
I read it once and never again
because I know exactly what you mean
when you say it’s like leaping back into a hedge of thorns.
On...
Saturday 12th March 2016 5:54 pm
You and I met
You and I met at the most unfortunate time:
Shrieks of bodies being torn apart
Filled my ears as I looked into your eyes -
Earthy hazel, a grounding, on which I could rely.
Hell was bearing down on us, and yet I
Did not cry; we emerged, intact, but apart,
And for the moment, swallowed the lie.
Years of companionship spent in uniform stride
Into wanton ruin where only ...
Thursday 3rd March 2016 5:55 pm
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