'On the distant fields, on the bird's wide wing, on the whirlwind dark... I write your name' -Eluard' poet of the French Resistance. - - it was these few lines that captured me as a young girl... it put me in a different state of mind. I have always loved words and made up phrases in my head... what you read here is the outflow.
Anyone can write about sex...
It is like writing about the rain -
only being able to aptly describe it
...
I woke up one night because
I heard you call...
I answered the night
but the night was still
...
Today is not a day for poetry...
it is a day for sketching -
I shall take a blank page and
...
The moon hangs low tonight over the city
the colour of a blood orange
a portent of hate,
the same colour as the flames
...
I find it easy to pray for
other people -
to wish them happiness
safety
...