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"
The Faylin Valley began with stroke of violet, the perfect sky. It might not be the truth, for the truth was that the sky was dull and blue, but that didn’t concern Tully so much. If kings and queens could be rid of every imperfection, the sky would receive such treatment too. Everything was beautiful once Tully had put down his brush, and the valley would be no exception.Read more "The painter’s daughter"