“Liquid silver falls from the skiesDrop by Drop Squeezed from the darkness aboveDrops become a flowing silver riverWinding around the bend or hung on a string Frozen in time. A snapshot. Gently slipping, tumbling downBut joins the mass eventually. The darkness breaks. Light spurts out.Like moonlight on the waterIts golden glow illuminatinga delicate cobwebbed pathBurstingContinue reading “Finding the Silver Lining”
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A Winter’s Wood Portrait
The forest lanes Like branches, mine Like veins Intertwine. Tracing your lines Behind my eyes. A capillary-ous show Of avenues, of multitudes. Blood like water flows From the root. Blown bare and leafless In the winters loot, My mind’s eye sees you.
20th November 2019: A moment
Walking distracted towards my destination. A to B. When, stopping me in my tracks, I hear the bellowing bells in the brick orange tower clang raucously together: ding. ding. ding. The transcendent, abiding sound of metal against metal, that has signalled many a moment. Contrary in variety. I look up at the origin of theContinue reading “20th November 2019: A moment”
The Moon #2
The Moon #2 We can only see What the light shows us. A slither you now are To our eyes; A small piece of the puzzle, A slice of the cake. Not the full picture Nor the whole sponge. A slither of light arched Into a darkening void Back bent, fading From ourContinue reading “The Moon #2”
POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #2
In these times of rapid change, uncertainty and unprecedented crises people have united and divided. Today, in England, shops will begin reopening again and with them a moment in time comes to a close. With this in mind, I have been releasing a poem a day, each one my responses to the times as theyContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #2”
POETRY COLLECTION: Protest #2
In these times of rapid change, uncertainty and unprecedented crises people have united and divided. Tomorrow (15th) in England shops will begin reopening again and with them a moment in time comes to a close. With this in mind, I am releasing a poem a day, each one my responses to the times as theyContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: Protest #2”
POETRY COLLECTION: Normality
Normality Its all too much And yet There is nothing. Life And its freedoms Struck still. And I do not know when the play button will be pressed again. When will normal resume? Or will it forever be buried, put away in a tomb? And new ‘normals’ be born at the break of dawn whenContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: Normality”
Accalia smith 