The Blooms

 I bought myself flowers through sadness

Or sadness through flowers, I could not tell

but with the hope that their blooms would lift lift lift me up away from the dirt the rot the human disappointment.

I often dream of those spring walks with you when I would pluck flowers from the ground, sprinkling earth from its roots, velvet petals against my nose, my cheeks,

but my nails would dig into their stems, your flesh, as I clung to you both,

And you,

Always there with a smile and a no.

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The Magic Women

I often see folklore tales in my dreams

Of sorceress women and waning witches

With ropes around their necks or flailing in black waters

They are always beautiful 

with night sky skin and milky white eyes

but the men who hunt them say 

Their beauty is threatening just like

The runes and healing stones that they clutch to their breasts

What do they know? Is always the question, 

a crystal ball, a palm reading, a fortune-tellers kiss,

Look what I see, they say in unison, a smile playing on their lips,

each with a single tarot card between their teeth.

Yellow Hope

That little room with bright yellow walls

How we laughed our way through the winter and summer

 

I hope yellow paint will always remind you

of my sunshine smile

My outdoor inside voice

My head on your chest

I hope you look back and think of that year together as magic

a time where you felt true happiness

 

I hope you meet another girl with a wild soul too

I hope you will be kind when she finds you.

 

-Yellow is the brightest color of the visible spectrum, and it is the most noticeable of all colors by the human eye. It means happiness and optimism; it is the color of sun shining, or bright light and creativity. … It is the color of high energy, enthusiasm, hope, fun, and cheerfulness.

With Him

With you,

 

I didn’t write for a whole year Because I was so happy 

La la la In pretty dresses

My Sunday best

Your arms wrapped around me like a fuzzy cocoon

I didn’t want to wake up.

 

I wrap myself in blankets now

I traded dresses for trousers

I don’t wear much makeup anymore

I am starting to think it was all for you

 

Perhaps it’s all just a transaction in the end

 

But maybe now 

I will make my own cocoon 

And I will stop waking up at 3am  

wondering how a pillow replaced your chest.

 

Chess Piece Lover

Before the move;

Ape, murmur, obey.

I am twin of your voice

Mirror it

 

What a shame I wear day

As though I were insane,

You obedient with moves, bold echoing

motions, image, moods

 

Until you rock the enemy

Then you move

The chess piece starter

 

How incredible

to be grown, sensible,

whilst I maddening.

 

 

 

 

 

My Equinox Lover

The witching hour

Our midnight equinox secret

The raven blood and white magic that bound us together

Your love a mood stone of contrasting colours how you could not love me just black and white

A star name

An in the next life darling,

The universe of us rotating,

Parallel lines aligned, the stars finally coming together,

Oh, won’t you love me until the sky turns black and the stars scatter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Mediterranean Sea

You were my Mediterranean dream,                                                                                             My Mediterranean sea
of sparkling water
bouncing off of a Turquoise tablecloth,
laced in sunlight
scattered                                                                                                                                                 with little stars
with layers of coastlines for days,
just out of reach.
Your waters frothing                                                                                                                           a forbidden beach
I, at a top of a cliff,
Ready to fall                                                                                                                                            fall                                                                                                                                                              fall                                                                                                                                                              into you

And
let the wind carry me.

 

Diamond Water

If I had a daughter

I would tell her

each tear that falls is diamond water.

 

Do not waste them on unworthy men

My mother says, do not trust

the blue-eyed boys

who smile,

Look carefully, she says

For the growl

escaping

from in between his teeth.

He will gnaw you to white bone,

The sinew

he will cut through you like rope,

 

the hint of the devil curled into the corner of his mouth

Prohibition-

liquor, against her

he could not see the fire

In her ribcage of flames

so burn him to the ground

Before he has a chance to put it out.

 

You flew free.

The caged little bird grew up to be a wild raven,

A Wanderess,

Walking over the ashes of lost men.

 

So, again, my dear child.

Each tear that falls is diamond water,

Do not waste them on unworthy men.

Distance

 

Distance came to me a year later,

Tall and handsome,

he had not changed.

 

But, You haven’t known Distance.

Not until he says hello,

and you can’t recognise his voice anymore

 

Until he hugs you

and his arms

feel foreign,

 

Until you breathe him in

but his scent has been

forgotten.

 

I was certain I only knew Distance

once you were no longer familiar

to me.

 

But two years later,

Distance came again,

and

I welcomed him back

like an old friend.