Category Archives: Poem
Through My Window; Blankly
Through my window, the sky is blue, the fields are white, the sun doesn’t shine. The cold sparkles off trees, which bend towards the sea. On the stone path, walkers come and go, with children sliding and tumbling in the … Continue reading
The Photograph
Every morning, your picture sits in front of me I see you every time I look up from my writing It focuses me more My story is centred on you From the past, events build the backstory You revised the … Continue reading
Come light my fire
Fire! Fire! My head screams and screams Nothing happens No rescue team is coming to my aid Thinking quickly Fire! Fire! My head screams again Still no one comes Something is wrong inside my head? Storming through the processes My … Continue reading
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