Poetry, Prose & Creativity
June 22, 2011 6 Comments
I gave you a smile,
and you took it
deep inside,
and it felt good
for a while.
There is nakedness
of thought,
a clarity
that hangs between us.
It leads me
by the hand,
back towards my home
and whispered in the words
you write,
tingling up my spine.
Yeah, the ones
you didn’t burn,
or throw out with the trash.
You can’t take them back now,
did you know that?
by Louise
June 20, 2011 44 Comments
Perhaps nothing happened,
“How much time has passed?”
I ask, but you turn away
lighting a cigarette.
From another universe
there is an echo
resounding through the airwaves
in a reverberating hum.
You have a gift for words
which wraps me up in hugs.
I can feel the layers penetrate,
subtly sublime.
I fold them up in wings
so they can flutter
like a bluebird
into Sunday afternoon.
“What happened?”
you say. I just give you a shrug.
Later on,
it will happen to us again.
by Louise
May 24, 2011 24 Comments
My wish for you is made up of sun and sky.
It’s in the leaves and rustling underfoot.
I would sing it for you if I could,
take away that inward look;
replace the troubled frown
with a feathered touch.
It’s not slipping from your fingers,
although it seems like that;
it’s all there, the best there is
pumping through your veins,
warming up your blood.
We are sometimes forced to make a choice,
between two very different worlds.
I made a choice today,
but I’ll keep my dreamy head.
by Louise
April 20, 2011 8 Comments
Spring
in colours
the couple
are arguing
I am jealous of how it’s bound to end
by Louise
I am a writer and author of a first collection of poetry, Phases of the Moon published by Winter Goose Publishing in 2012. My newest book is a children's fiction novel, Beatha - A Badger's Story written to help raise funds for the Badger Trust. A nature lover and defender of Gaia, I am inspired by the beautiful countryside of Somerset in South West England. I love reading and writing, and allowing my thoughts and emotions to breath through the power of artistic expression.
