The distant hills brood today
cloaks of mist streaming skyward
stealing colour from the world
Sunlight bleeds faintly
through an ethereal wall
The frozen air a watercolour wash

The kind of person
no-one wants to know
She wears her sincerest smile
ignores their whispers,
and head raised,
looks them in the eye
every
single
*******
day.
It’s the only thing
to do
(apart from finally
ending it)
But mountains
were easier to climb,
and amidst the
coloured powder crush
underfoot
of her former soul
There’s really not
much left
in the tank

Fallen angel, sunken
in seas of secrets
Lost from fields of
powder spun sweetness
Tumbled from the ocean
of heaven’s floor
Seduced by wanting
and needing more
Dripping with lies
cloaked in filth
cried acid rivers
while coveting wealth
Look past grey wolf eyes
and 5 day stubble
Inside still golden
and that’s the trouble

Sky torn escarpment
where cold rain stings your cheeks
In the bleak undertow
of venomous day dreaming
Fight poison soaked instincts
and breathe

The raven’s caw and glinting eye
upon that throne of coldest stone
A rumble in the glow’ring sky
‘neath fallow fields of buried bone
Once gentle trees entombed with vine
Strangled stillness and dark regret
Parasitised and rot intwined
cruelly cursed to never forget
What fool would put their kin to rest
on this ****** day and at this site
At witching hour on this hill crest
moribund souls devour the night

Where dragon flies dance
Flitting philosophies
below brooding
storm soaked skies
The rain drops bounce
and patter and collide
In chaos
Each one believing
it’s not a storm

Fleeting golden hour
light dappled shadow dance
Dust caught tumbling
Starlit specks
in the warm expanse
Breathing dreams to our void
Little happy stick people drawings
capture us on the mantelpiece
Frozen in photos mid-laugh
Infinite and impermanent
Memories in every nook
Years flow like minutes