Scattered

Like soft stars
In twilight
Not quite formed.
My thoughts scatter
In constellations
Wonders of you.

Pressed

Petal crushed between the pages. Aged. Forgotten. Letters stained, broken with colour. Crimson bleeds on your cracked words.

Haiku 50

autumn carpet falls,
a morning crisply crunching,
walking without you

Monsters

Night light glows softly. Bed time stories done. I get up,walk away, yet you call me,”Don’t let the monsters in”. You don’t yet understand. Monsters are just shadows and darkness. They are not in the cupboard. Not under the bed. Monsters are in the street, in the people you know. They live within you. Screaming to come out. Screaming in silence.

I draw your duvet up, stroke your head. There are no monsters here. Hush now. Hush.

Meet me at the lake side

Calm waters. Still air. Moments pass. I sit waiting. Ripples surface. My heart pounds.

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Sailor Jerry

We said we’d drink Sailor Jerry. A bottle to share you and I. We’d drink until dark. Get soaked on spiced rum. Dance in the bar. Cares set aside.

We’d forget all that came. All that we knew. Forget about morning, that inevitable grind. Set sail on the night seas. An adventure we’d have. A story to tell.

Yet we didn’t drink, we didn’t dance. Day came and it was just the same. Jerry’s still waiting. I’m still waiting. Bottle in hand.

A story to tell.

An Autumn Ritual

First conker falls
crushed on the roadside
carcass scattered
tarmac grave
I still think of you
still stop
for that first conker
falling

Visitor

Her hand reached to her neck. Rubbed at her nape, around to the side. An ache echoed. Skin pulling, an itching shadow. She stared in the mirror. Yet nothing, no marks, no rash. Flawless. She slipped into bed, pulled over the covers. Tonight he would come. In dreams he made his presence.