Wishing a bright and blessed Yule to those who celebrate it. The darkness has been particularly deep and sharp for me recently, and I am so grateful to my friends and loved ones who have brought me light and warmth.
We are halfway out of the dark.

'Sometimes a wild god' - John Hirons
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not ( Read more... )

You silly little girl,
you think
you’ve survived so long
survival shouldn’t hurt anymore.
You keep trying to turn
your body bulletproof.
You keep trying to turn your heart
bomb shelter.

Stop, darling.

You are soft and alive.
You bruise and heal. Cherish it.
It is what you were born to do.

It will not be beautiful,
but the truth never is.

Come now ( Read more... )

Prompted by talking to people about upcoming club night, this fell out of my head. First time I've attempted anything vaguely poetry for quite a while ( Read more... )

Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;

And the shut shops, the bleached
Established names on the sunblinds,
The farthings and sovereigns,
And dark-clothed children at play
Called after ( Read more... )

MCMXIV
Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;

And the shut shops, the bleached
Established names on the sunblinds ( Read more... )

MCMXIV
Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;

And the shut shops, the bleached
Established names on the sunblinds ( Read more... )

Because, apparently, it's National Poetry Month somewhere.
Because I've just had bad news about my laptop and need beauty to counteract it.
Because it's my birthday tomorrow :)
- I present some of my favourite poems.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
By William Bulter Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light ( Read more... )