#NaPoWriMo Day 28

  Tea, paper and a pen are an expectant morning gift to the self The kettle filled with fresh water whistles impatiently What happens behind the bathroom door is none of your concern Feet hit the floor gently, eyes searching for socks/slippers/thongs – anything but the cold surface Limbs stretch upwards and outwards, back arches, … Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 28

#Napowrimo day 27

The moth's wings are pressed flat underneath the glass in the shape of a heart. How did she slip 'twixt the painting and the frame, it bulges at the top. Did she spend much time trapped there, flying about? Or was she wedged quickly? Was death swift? Merciful? Or did she watch on as we … Continue reading #Napowrimo day 27

#napowrimo day 25

Never shall a young man, thrown into despair By the release date of the next DC film, Be thought to give a care If the next Marvel film is running so late Chris Evans can't pass as an ageless Captain or the Hulk loses weight. That two households, both alike in dignity, should spark such … Continue reading #napowrimo day 25