Alice

September 27, 2014September 27, 2014Leave a comment

She walks on a tightrope to the sun

and falls in wonderment,

the uncorrupted flight of

fancy; fed to the demons

of a fresh chapter…

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Inspiration#11

September 26, 2014September 26, 2014Leave a comment

“It is what you read when you don’t have to, that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.”

– Oscar Wilde

The Schoolroom

September 20, 2014September 20, 2014Leave a comment

Mouths chewing in a mechanical rhythm,
that ripple shadows
on whitewashed walls
and etched wooden desks
with the history of well worn names
scribbled by pens
bent over the latest task.
Not a sound can be heard-
no, not a sound
save the fire raging
in beating hearts.

The Fortress

September 18, 2014Leave a comment

It hunches forward, jutting into the skyline
its skeletal legs
flexing;
spine digging into the rock face.

Memories of soldiers, powdered
dust particles
swept in the winds;
to settle outside city walls.

Eyes yawning, sleep encrusted
like those of beady, black spiders
that harbour
-secrets of its own.

My Favourite Things

September 18, 2014September 18, 2014Leave a comment

I think about my favourite things
and the places I want to go
of Roald Dahl and his witches
of mice and candy shops,
I think about the castles
and the dragons guarding gold
of girls with ruby slippers
and yellow brick roads.

Ladies waltzing;
chariots lined with silk
I think of heroic lions
pacing the heart of battle,
of exotic lands and wooden ships
flying stealthily over sand
of tea parties and white rabbits
and the magic of talking books.

Of mysterious black eyed ravens
and winning silver arrows
of lost Peter Rabbits
and wizards deflecting spells,
I think of all these things
and the pages swiftly past
but most of all the friends I meet
that will forever last.

Shades of Blue

September 14, 2014Leave a comment

My bare feet
fit the groove of worn boards
sapphire, azure,
trailing my fingers through the midnight shimmer
of soft, lulling waves.
Bathed in the rising vapours of
a swirling mist,
it signals the army of spirits;
riders on horseback
dancing on electric blue scales.
Mountain tops like distant shadows of
ice castles in the clouds
and trees like cauliflower,
that spring as tufts of a newborn’s hair
over the silhouette of a valley touched-
in shades of blue.

Autumn Storm

September 13, 2014September 14, 20142 Comments

Dirt flecks spew the ground as I
dash through the puddles
like rivers that seep on tarmac,
water moulds my skin;
a black lava
mirroring the growling sky above.

My limbs flail through
a moment of stillness
as raindrops shudder,
waiting for that beam
of sunlight to illuminate
all in sparkling white and gold.

Dissolving into grey,
raining dust
as the heavens split their seams
humouring the belly
of a carnivorous beast
as the light fades.