You find a rose
Crushed petals
Between rough pages.
You try to remember a time
When it was in bloom
But spring found winter quickly
And it’s hard to know
When the cold set in.
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Love
Different rooms
You say let’s
Stick together but I heard
That the glue upstairs
Keeps the bedsheets
Sticky for nights like these.
Bed one, bed two.
One for me and one for you.
Adrift
You ask me how long I have been at sea, adrift
How long I have been waiting to wash up, wet
on golden shores.
I say I have left land, spread sails,
Tasted salt on skin and let rolling waves take me further towards my horizon,
closer now
than ever before.
Forest
soft now
i hear your leaves sing
rasp low on a summer breeze.
you are music to my jaded ears,
the songbirds blush.
a symphony in green,
my reminder of what could be,
a quiet glimpse of a
different song.
A different perspective
We’re watching swallows
Swoop and dive
Together.
You’re sat,
Warm, safe,
Purrung on my knee.
I’m thinking about days of
Summer.
You’re thinking about
What’s for
Tea.
Same old
Stiff fingers and
Tight words.
You wanted to write about
Hot and bleached and sea
But you’re back to
Cranking out the same
Old;
Disappointment and a
Skinful of lies.
One fine day
Wish it always like this;
Morning fresh
Skies from heaven and
The scent of roses
Round the door
