The beautiful one has come In the image of feminine perfection Timeless power beyond beauty of the real woman Lying in her secret chamber where her other face is hidden With its wrinkles, creases at the corners of her mouth A bump on her nose – young child on her lap, Imperious gaze.

Liking yourself makes others see your beauty

Liking yourself makes others see your beauty, the shimmering of stars in the night sky, where dreams float through the universe; you will find me standing in the shadows of the moon, my fingers making the silver sounds that express what my voice cannot say; I see the way they look at me, I can…

My mind can only hold so many memories

my mind can only hold so many memories but there is a woman in there that sorts them keeping each memory neatly filed away she gets a bit annoyed with my untidy habits particularly when I wilfully throw new memories in there without regard for her neatly arranged cabinet of curiosities

My heart aches for Australia

My heart aches for Australia Beats with sorrow For the women that walk the streets When night time falls Luring men to their fate For she is nature And men need to rise above Soft maidens and wine To reach their angels Waiting patiently at home Expecting him to be faithful With aching hearts

Six years on WordPress

I was surprised to receive a notification the other day that it was my sixth anniversary as a blogger on WordPress. I don’t even remember what I called that first blog all those years ago but it would have been about poetry spilling from my 15 year old fingers. I turn 21 in two weeks…