Resilience

What started as a No turns to a maybe. Day after day that thought, that possibility weaves softly. Subtly crafting, carving a place. Now I’m here. Confused. Watching you. Butterflies dancing. Hand tapping. When did you become a Yes. When did you become it all. 

6am

ebony skies cloak
our shoulders
morning still moments
from waking

Lapse

Early morning. Waking up. A light in the window, reflects like the moon. For a moment I forget. Forget where I am, what time it is. Inside or outside. Night or day. For a moment anything is possible.

The fear of Night

The familiar, unknown. Bright colours, dark. This room she loves a canvas for nightmares. The wardrobe a gateway, a dragons mouth, demons and shadows all lurking inside. Teeth gnashing, claws dragging, covers pulled up tight. Heart pounding, fingers curled. A squeak, a whispered shout.

Lights on.

A warm touch. Her familiar face. That voice. She touches your skin, brushes the hair from your head, with a soft lullaby the nightmares dissolve. Evaporate.

Almost.

They lay waiting for the darkness. For fear to rise again.

Wrench

Like sellotape caught
on cracked lips

Flesh stretched,
pulling slowly

Pain bites yet,
hope remains

Swift and brutal,
rip and tear

blood pours and
this love tastes of me.

Wasted hours

time falls
carelessly

speed up
slow down

tumble into
you

Haiku 51

Leaves on the pavement,
a blanket of autumn pulp
colours forgotten

Interference

Stream of thought
hijacked

flickering images
dance in

slow motion
you strike again.

Hush

Hushed waves whisper
in scatters of rain
we skim stones out to sea

A glass of gin

Bubbles tickle, take my breath
I think of you.

Liquid cold fills my throat
I think of you.

Sharp taste of lime, that tingle
I think of you.

Ice rattles, it’s all over.
I think of you.