We had all kinds of things

We had all kinds of things But the narrative didn’t go that way It was meant to It was meant to be full Of dances of colour Of midnight strolls Of smiles and sighs And dresses hiked to our waists For love is precious But the apple still tasted bitter, The thorns were still sharp…

Searching for a female revolution

Tomorrow I am setting out on the fairytale freeway in relentless search for lost paradise, just woman, the road and nature; escaping the angel in the house, swept by excitement – revolutionary words, that rage with hunger in the gathering storm

Imaginary world

A creative approach to life adds happiness Speaking to the emotions in my imaginary world Having a voice for further inspiration To explore outside the stock roles for a woman Escaping heterosexual marriage and Cinderella plots Or Sleeping Beauty trapped in a thicket Uncovering all of their personalities For new beginnings and fresh endings No…

Society, the dark truth

the basement of civilisation ensnares humans with a lust for survival, outside the shining dawn draws them out of corners newcomers are swallowed behind doors into the doll’s houses of emotion human nature walks away from the poor slipping through the cracks of humanity misery leaves childhood behind in the wind and the rain, the…

The Moon and Venus

The Moon and Venus combine In a secret tryst – he takes her hand And draws her to the bed, Her pure white dress tumbles to the floor Offering to his parched lips, he draws beside her But she turns her curls away from him He kisses her hand, wooing her back to the pillow…