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…
A smile hides the pain A gift softens the heart Walk away and calm down Before the negativities magnify Into truth Write it down carefully Until you are ready to speak In a small voice
A night at the opera / seductive heroines meet their death / stabbed, poisoned, strangled – / drive to madness by men / abused, tormented – / while audiences rise to their feet / for the final aria soars sublime / fleeting heroes weave their slow plot / against female power and strength
If fallen women wait under street lights who is left to hold the baby to struggle on the streets?
Indecisive failures victimise romance Predator and prey glimpse the future One needs the other Feather soft nerve endings On dark nights bound With no sense of time to each other
Absence weighs heavily on a wife with three children in tow but even that is better than life with a drunken bully
the feminine pen, driven by emotion never rests for an idle moment of thought, just sensibility that only my feminity could write so simply