Can you please just go away It’s clear I’m in a mood I don’t want you here right now Just leave, and let me brood When storm clouds roll in You don’t stand there in the rain As you leave then, for dryer turf Please go: it’s not your pain Leave and letContinueContinue reading “Privacy”
Author Archives: Cara Amy Goldthorpe
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, abandonedContinueContinue 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.ContinueContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3”
Away
In the light of shady day…
Tell me
Tell me where does the moon go,
Why does she sometimes hide her face?
Silver beauty, heart’s delight,
Hiding in shadows, oft she’s missed.
Capturing Perfection, Chapter 2
The second instalment of the short story. * * * His touch upon me was vile. His fat fingers, his greasy smile, his tiny eyes that had this triumphant gleam in them. As if he’d conquered me. He thought he’d conquered me. Repulsive. But that was not the worst part, not at all.ContinueContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 2”
Fatigue
Like cliffs, battered by
a tormenting sea, that
crashes its salty tears,
flinging without mercy.
Prisoner
Prisoner. Of this modern life, this complex way, a web of stress, pressure and drive. You run, racing forward, oblivious to the present and too forgetful of a past you should learn from. What use is success when you become suffocated by it? Caught in the chase, always yearning for more, you are never satisfied.ContinueContinue reading “Prisoner”
Hold my hand
Those moments that lift you up, after you’ve been torn down Nurture your spirit, and erase your frown Coming all of a sudden, a gift on the wind Whispering softly, a song just for you When you hold my hand, and never let it go When you seize me strongly, and take me away *ContinueContinue reading “Hold my hand”
Insomniac
She walks, barefoot, Across the shattered glass of her broken dream. Soles, tender like those of a child, Cut open, bleeding upon those splintered shards. Waking pain, a tender agony, at least they Bring something to this timeless abyss. She groans, rolls over, In the infinite spirals of her mind she turns. Staring, eyesContinueContinue reading “Insomniac”