Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Fair thee well Poppet


''Fair thee well''
he said, with a poppet in hand.

Fair thee well

Red was the colour in his hands.
He handed her a bunch of Roses
with a smile cut sharp
across his face

''There's a baby in there''

There's a baby in there

Red was the colour of his hands

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Nature as Woman, Woman as Nature


He uses, abuses and rapes her,
neglects and destroys her.
Thinking her nothing
whilst she hurts and bleeds alone.
But when he needs her most, when his tears fall in the dark,
she is there for him,
always,
no matter what.
Because she's always there,
always feeling,
always breathing.
Just like Nature,
she forgives and she forgets.