The notes swelled together in a sharp spiral before bursting and scattering across the room, the high walls…
Archives for 2014
Polly’s Goldfish
Polly’s running so fast she can’t even believe it. This is ten out of ten fast. Weeeeeeeeeee she’s definitely faster than a cheetah. It’s like when she’s in the back of mum’s car going down the motorway and it’s so fast everything smudges together. All the colours are rushing past her now. Green Yellow Red […]
border/land
Hands first, she clutches at itchy purple heather stems. Their knotted roots strain under her weight. Mountain goat steps cut hand holds upwards, worn out of layers of peat. Folds of decayed matter burrow themselves under her broken fingernails. Muddy waters ink her fingertips. Time forgets its purpose and flows in rivulets as it bubbles […]
Christina and the Faces
Christina liked long walks; long walks on the weekend, when the weather was just right. ‘Just right’ for Christina meant clear skies, sunlight like ice and a breeze strong enough to pull at her hair when it passed by. She had gone out once on a day when the clouds were swollen like rotten fruit, […]
Watching Leaves
Watch that leaf riding on the breath of the sky, sewing in and out, bouncing from one little invisible ledge to the other. But you know where it is going: it is going down. See how, after its joyride, it settles on the water. Held suspended above the rest, lying in their watery graves, by […]
3 poems
Two children from an old photo crowd an empty corridor and stop at a hand
outstretched…
Colours
Carrie began the walk home. It was late evening, her favourite time of the day. She was fond of darkness and silence. The night was full of both, and consequently empty of the loud, ugly colours which dominated the daytime. The darkness meant that the quieter colours, like the wind trailing pale blue ribbons around the chimney pots, or […]
I Followed the Moth
We were never reckless; We crept up to the little shed in the garden, drew forth the broken barbecue…
The Water Way
Children of the elements, we learned fire,
How it was cornered and drawn out;
And water, the balance, the dangers…
Nostalgia
I like to be inside my head where I can manipulate the world and move things and events so that I have a sense of control.