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

Ridges

I always knew you were there.

Like a witches finger,

scrawling up my back.

Your tiny little bones,

edged in deep

and fit perfectly

with the ridges in my back.

Now we're connected

and there's no turning back.

For the roots in my heart

form the outline of a child,

whose threads that went missing

are the same ones as mine.

A child is starved

A child is fed

And we'll weave this way forever

until we rest among the dead.

''But perhaps...

..their strong and aristocratic silence, the silence of strong trees, meant something else.''

Women's bodies merged out of the trees, 

dark, bulbous trees.
They appeared everywhere.
Soft, low voices.
Women's voices, breathless.

Stood, at the top of a small hill,
looking up at the sky.
It was bright, sunny.
Yellow/orange circle filled my eyes
and there lye a symbol,
a star,
and in the middle of the star, 

an eye,

a women's eye,
the Devils eye,
cast over like a shadow
in the deepened yellow/orange sky.

.

I will reap my soul into the deep, and curdle words against my skin

Blood red

When prison walls decay

you'll find yourself

growing,

growing.

It opens itself in on you,

you'll find it in the garden.

Shrouds of dirt begin to bleed

and draw their veins into the seams

of opened skin

so red

it feeds upon your body,

bleeding

bleeding.

Come with me,

come walk with me,

to that place untold,

unheard

unseen.

We'll share the sun 

and drown

alone inside the river

slowly,

slowly.

Now all that's left

for us to give,

is our dying flesh

that rots

so beautifully,

to the souls that crave

for our purity.

Pretty Pettle

''She's a funny looking thing isn't she?''

I'd like to, fade away.

''Yes, a funny little thing.''

..and the moss on the moors remains the same.

''You'll always find your way'', he said, you'll always find your way..

Pretty, little petal

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Album artwork

Am very proud to have been involved in creating some artwork for a local band in Sheffield: InFictions, along with other local artists too.

I was very chuffed when I saw that they had chosen to use my drawing for their album cover..and I think it looks ace!!

You can find the band here: 

http://www.facebook.com/inFictionsMusic

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