Jean’s wellys are rather smelly As she wont wear her socks So when we go walking She gets blisters the size of rocks But what’s worse is those blisters burst And she expects to be nursed! With a wail and a whimper It’s home we flitter Meaning poor mummy ain’t gonna get no fitter!
Words pinning meaning to a board Trapping and caging the wild thought But no death here only growth Tethered and tamed sensation caught
Calling the ice queen Invoking the winters heart knowing the sting of frost upon lash and cheek Numb toes Wading wading Through the snow That fell and drifted And glinted Sometimes blue Other times pink Often with yellow ambers glint But mainly grey To match the sky Except when it bruises purple-yellow And Blizzard is […]
I dream of you in the darkest of hours I dream of such warmth, cuddles embraced I dream of love in colours of light I dream of the delightful soul you bare I dream of eyes like vaults of the sky I dream of lips soft: rose, bud, feather I dream of hair in chocolate […]