Losing Polly’s heart hurt. She cupped her soul in the palms of her hands and cast it to the wind. There she hoped it would find another body, one who chose more wisely. If not? Then it would drift amongst the cobwebs in the sky just waiting to be caught.
￼ She possessed a haunting, lilting voice. Hard to age by ear or eye, I watched as she took centre stage in every aspect of its meaning. The other singers became as statues, their faces unobserved, voices unnecessary, the lavish set as nothing other than a backdrop to her. For me, it was the diva’s […]
A whiskey bottle bought my soul.
￼ Hours without forethought Shushing ocean tempered calm Moon licks the clouds dry Those nights watching the stars wake Your hand resting in my own
￼ Shadows in the night Lost to a greater darkness Were we ever here
I feel her essence on the wind It permeates my skin, tantalises And although she may be distant And although she’s far from view I’ll taste her soul upon my lips And bask in her every moment
The girl by the window, Ephemeral flare, She sits all alone As the wind stirs her hair, Just gazing at cobwebs Which drift in the light, Smiling to no one, Her lips pinched quite tight. The world moves about her, But she doesn’t drift. The space between us, It cuts like a rift. And though I don’t know […]
In a cloak of snow Winter set upon the world Our love, set like glass Reflective yet impassioned Just twinned souls frozen in time
I watch feathers drift On unseen air like seagulls Seeking a new home But there’s no pond large enough The ocean their sole abode
You were always my girl Before we even met You were always the one My beautiful brunette You were always my sweet Your hazel eyes waiting You were always my love Though life for us fleeting You were always my doll In porcelain refrain You were always my wife And then you took my name