Breathing Memories

Now you’re gone,People keep on telling meThere are many more fish in the sea!You deserve a man who treats you right!He is sat out there somewhere,Waiting for you,Go find him! Have fun! I appreciate the thought butNo thank you. For now,I want to sit on the benchOutside the train stationWhere I first held youAnd sit

Sunset Bird

Tired, aren’t ya?You’ve flown around the world to try and make it spin.Chased warmth for your wings.Tried to singIn the silence of the vast, open water.People tried to grab yaBut no one caught ya. No one can hurt ya if you are alone. But now you want to lie downUpon sun-baked ground.Wrapped in beautiful soundThat

I’m Waiting For

I’m waiting for: The sun to peak over the horizon.A single bird to sing over fields. Petals of a snowdrop to replace the snow.Lambs to bleat for the first time. My feet to be reminded of softness of grass. Trees to protect me from the shade.The air to be a sea salt breeze. Cornwall fudge

Nebula

She’s the personification of chaos theory,Wrapped in a dust cape with aHeart made ofThe broken shards of shooting stars.She emanates a powdered aqua auraWhich is left behind when she leavesLike a layer of powdered sugarOn top of a Victoria sponge.Suspended by nothing,Her form flows like sparkling streamsUnder spring sun. She thinks she’ll never get farAll

Let Me Tell You Why

They saw her as a freebooterWho was loutish and uncouth.In reality, it was denigration That made her punctured with untruths.She decided to be delphic.Only seen in shimmers of light.She wanted to avoid goading thoseWho wanted her out of sight. They say she slipped into the sun,Not even a shadow left behind. The empty house couldn’t

Empress Alexandra Romanov

TW Death My room is not a prison: Lilacs and lilies Make my sweat the Riviera, My fever The heat of the Crimean sun. Photos remind me Of the people waiting On the other side. I swim in their memories Like the sea Off a British beach. And when I walk again, Nicky will be