Anxiety

In this anxious place This hopeless space The mind spirals away Trapped in thought   Bars caging her heart She’s unable to start Inner voices pursuing Until she’s caught   The shadows whirl Too strong for a girl To resist the touch Of her mocking plight   And in silence she sits Her eyes desperateContinue reading “Anxiety”

The Dancer

As dew drops sparkle On grass so green And sunlight filters Through youthful trees   You’ll spot her whirling An ethereal mist Her presence splintered into A thousand golden rays   Music is playing But it’s not to be heard A silent song rising From slender lithe limbs   And her heart lies open ExposedContinue reading “The Dancer”

The Poet

Words, rippling forth, from unknown edges of the innermost, mysterious mind.   Rushing onward, as they grow in strength, they whisper and sigh, tantalisingly.   Murmuring, they seek attention like a lover’s demand, gentle yet compelling.   And stronger still, they take shape, take a beautiful form in this tangible world.   Words, holding herContinue reading “The Poet”

Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4

The fourth and final instalment of the short story. * * * Never have I worked so hard on a painting. Never. This had to be perfect because Lorenzo was perfect, and to picture him anything but was a travesty and a sin.   I ordered new brushes, tiny ones made from a few threads ofContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4”

Winter Roses

Then came violent winds, tearing away the delicate petals of innocent roses, precious limbs torn from their body.   You stare speechless at the sight that remains, at the thorny echo of beauty, hollow shell of ravished time.   Nothing but a prickly stem is left to tell, a forgotten story of hopeless love, abandonedContinue reading “Winter Roses”

Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3

The third instalment of the short story. * * * I wake up, aching all over. I am naked in bed, the covers pulled up around my thinning body.   I see that he is at the window, and when he realises I am conscious, he strides over and strikes me again on my face.Continue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3”