Don’t Text When You’re Drunk

I blame laughter and Sauvignon Blanc; Friday night, an inept DJ. I wonder how you read my misspelled words. Did they whisper or shout at 2am? Mute in the light; grey and painful, Each idiom deciphered, pored over. Now expectancy fills the space in my chest, Heavy and humid like my damp flat. Present residue, … Continue reading Don’t Text When You’re Drunk

Transform Me

Your fingertips shaped Creation, And what was good is perfect. Intentional inspiration; more than worthy of respect. Extravagant your bestowing Light, entity, a deluge of galaxies. Meticulous Designer, fore-knowing Scrutiny, query in life’s galleries. Indulgent Father, I create anarchy An unintentioned disposition Still, you relinquish your love to me Lavishly, at your own volition. Reshape … Continue reading Transform Me

How She Prays

Orange skies and Lemoncello. So clings the last vestige of day. She's supine, captured in yellow. Cherry red lips parted. Cloudless, open are the heavens, Ear cocked to hear her prayer. She's wordless, emptied even, Her contrition halted. Tell her heaven hears her speaking, No matter how quiet the sound. Catch her before she's weeping. … Continue reading How She Prays

Silence

You'd think they'd quench the burn; Silent rivulets of pain. Dirty fingers wipe in turn Each eye, mascara stained. Breath, staccato beats a motto, Echoes of the heart inside. Whispered anthem for tomorrow, Body braced to ride the tide. What escapes faith bruised lips? Sound more eloquent than words. When the grasp on silence gently … Continue reading Silence

Poem: Stay

'Mighty you are', they say And how they revere your name They lift their heads to heaven Mine dips, with the heaviness of shame I'll sit aside and listen. But, In holiness, did you say 'compete'? Chapter and verse escape me For unworthiness nails me meek I endeavour to catch just a glimpse But I'm … Continue reading Poem: Stay

Poem: The quality of dark

I wait for the 'adjustment' The opaque film to... clear I've been waiting a while Eyes strained, nails driven Into my palm The minute hand says, ' near'. I'd watched the light retreat when the sky turned midnight I braced against the stars Dreading the bright orb, which dared to rise And doused the world … Continue reading Poem: The quality of dark