Threads
Hanging on by a single thread. All others have been lost to time. They haven’t been replaced, their threads still hang lightly with their absence. Kept away but never donated, I wait just in case I’m needed one last time.
Echoes in Heartchambers
There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber, I say, as I reach for a pen, intending to write my sorrows away, But instead, I bleed words forever I will remember. I am the one it will dismember, I say, trying to think of anything else, but like every day, There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber. They never […]
Taste buds
I want to sew that name on my tongue, it sits there anyway, I call it out in my sleep and taste our sour separation the moment I wake.
Heart Waves
Heart. A necklace forever lost at sea With ruffled feathered wings of paper and ink. Thoughts, regrets, drag me to the endless brink Of this deep ocean. I drown, I am free. For freedom is an auburn aspen tree, I climb and face my pain, tear leaves of zinc. It is quick sand where all my limbs can sink, I […]
Sanity is a pretty thing to taste
Prologue Present ‘Anger can eat you up, from deep inside you, if you are not careful.’ ‘It will consume you until there is nothing left.’ ‘It will eat you alive.’ I know. *** I have a bracelet made of salt around my right wrist. From it, a lucky charm in the shape of a dark eye hangs, light as water. […]
Hide your happiness
I don’t like sharing. Every time I do, there’s someone ready to spoil it. To eat the last slice of a cake I made that I was saving for myself, to steal the scarf I had spent the past two months carefully knitting, to twist what had happened and tell me “they didn’t mean it, it means nothing.” So I […]
How does the fourth and last part of the poem “The Lady of Shalott” explore a tension between an adolescent and adult world?
“The Lady of Shalott” was written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in 1832. It is both based on the legend of king Arthur, and also on a short Italian prose text called ‘Donna di Scalotta ’written in the 13th century. The poem’s target audience was children, as it explores themes of childhood and adolescence, and adulthood, in particular transitioning from the […]
Queen of days
In the darkness, Hemera dwelt alone, It was her home, her blood, She shouldn’t have felt so lost. The shadows engulfed her, they kept her company, And yet they imprisoned her. They imprisoned her as they imprisoned her daughters. The girls of dawn and daylight. Cursed before they were born, Before she was ever born. No one knows when it […]
Lady of Pierced Hearts
A curse for her, a lifeline for others. Elaine, to save you from yourself, we sentenced you to a half life. You knew, to be safe, you must never leave. Never leave your home that towered the frozen rivers that encircled your island. Never gaze too long out your only window. But Elaine, why live like this? Snow falls all […]
Queen of Spring
Persephone ran through the ravine, Hair of molten bronze trailing after her. Eyes glittering with liquid aquamarine, Crimson liquid staining her sage slipper. The winds were her sleeves, The grass her stockings, The leaves her veil. Persephone ran, A trail of violets and lilies appearing where she stepped, Sun-kissed skin, the colour of the earth Shone in the moonlight. She […]