Autumn's breath Tapered nails Hearth a work of witches tales Marked by magic Burnt by flame Candles worship unashamed Birds gather Black as coal A crimson smile For all souls
Autumn’s breath
Frostbite
Winter calls to mind postcard scenes of billowing white skies and trees artfully laden with snow, with the odd robin and perhaps some holly thrown in for good measure. Yet despite glossy berries and decorative foliage, it is the longstanding theme of glistening ivory fields which captures the imagination most, the heavens providing an immaculate... Continue Reading →
Slate
Damp moss grouts the bed Lonely slate overhead A snap of twigs underfoot Flowers wither where you lay Beating wings chime the day A sigh of grief for your loss Cold tears sign the cost
All That Glitters
For some Christmas is the jewel which crowns the calendar year, a flawlessly set gem which glistens within a snug setting of merriment and good tidings. Yet for others it springs no goodwill, regarded as nothing more than an elaborately dressed flash in the pan, a crude joke at the consumers expense. But let us... Continue Reading →
Midnight Mass
Once the night is silent and swathed in jet, Mattie hugs her knees to her chest and creates her own light. A dim flame ripples over her knuckles, fluidly gliding over the joints, back and forth, as a magician might showcase a coin, only this token was not pressed with a sovereign’s head and was... Continue Reading →
Sleepy Briar
Damp fires stoke course skin Moonlight choir of dusk spring Fractured hour of dawn mass Buried wounds line shallow grass Nestled in sleepy briar Blackened bones of loves pyre
A Book of Bones
Now firstly, we’ll start with the small print, ‘they’ do say honesty’s the best policy and I wouldn’t want you to come away feeling disappointed like when you try to return a top only to discover the retailer in question only gives out store credit…cheapskates! So, with that in mind, holds up hands apologetically I’m... Continue Reading →
Eggtravaganza
An extravaganza is a literary or musical work characterized by freedom of style and structure; I know, I’ve checked (thank crunchie for Google!). Given Easter is peeking out just around the corner I thought it would be nice to say hello (yes that’s me coyly waving from behind your neighbour’s wheelie bin) and let you... Continue Reading →
Driftwood
Sleep is one of the few companions Aaron Hart has left and even its choice visits have become less frequent. Shadowed by a disquiet and haunted by the loved ones he has committed to earth, his limbs twitch fitfully in slumber, insulated by a makeshift blanket of words. Yet when a shrill cry pierces his... Continue Reading →
Driftwood
Just as a child will eventually cease its cries, so too, every storm will pass, and so it was that upon still waters a piece of driftwood found itself idling toward the cave opening. Millipedes and beetles went about their respective business untroubled as the inconspicuous fragment passed them by and thick roots continued their... Continue Reading →
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