The bright eye of the sun peeks through twisted branches, setting but not quite hidden behind the hills. Rusted traintracks curve into the distance, straightening out through a steep valley below.Read more "Places I’ve been (in Scotland)"
Loony Lovegood looking girl,
Leaning right to see,
With swoosh of magic silver hair,
The curly mess of me.Read more "Loony lovegood looking girl – a love poem"
It stands behind me, whatever you want to call it. It’s a feeling, like sadness, or a fear of sadness, or worry or doubt or all those things at once. It’s a feeling, sure, but it’s tangible, and it stands there, even when I’m fine, when everything’s fine.Read more "Breathing…"
All that time I’ve spent trying
All that time I’ve spent crying
All that time I’ve spent dying
Inside.Read more "Time stuff, a pretentious poem"
And then I looked up
out through the window
out to the glowing blur
and I realised, finally, where we were.Read more "Two people are sitting on a train. A poem. "
Oh my god the colours…
The turquoise water, the blinding green grass, it’s almost unsettling how pretty it is. Almost artificialRead more "The train into Switzerland"
I’m in Cinque Terre at the moment, an insanely beautiful series of coastal towns joined only by harsh, winding hilltop walking trails (and trains, but shhh that’s not as cool.)Read more "The blue sky blues"