By day, in crayon lines they dwell,
Bright monsters born where wild thoughts swell.
At night they stir, with teeth that gleam,
And claws that rip through fragile dreams.
Their laughter howls; the dark's a curse.

And while she was sleeping the  sleep of angels, he watched her from afar.
When she started dreaming
he lay softly by her side.
She was what he once longed for to hold close by.
Once before the curse of all curses
took over
and changed his being that once was…
Her beauty was in the making
She was his daylight star.
He would like to take her up to the heavens, fly with her to catch her a piece of the sky.
If only she knew that he was her Eden.

He couldn’t wait for night to fall.

She was dreaming that she was flying
On the back of her trusted friend.
Higher and higher he would take her making sounds of excitement
wishing it would never end.
She would laugh, hold on to his majestic wings and threw her head back ,
her hair flying
in the wind.
This was her partner, she felt in her heart. Her trusted love from forever.
As was written in the stars.
Then she would wake up with a smile.
Knowing… he was out there.
Watching, protecting and waiting.

She couldn’t wait for night to fall.



Shell ✨🐚

1
As weeds we
Sprouted through
Rubble

Yearning for
Butterfly
Colour

Screaming at the
Light

2
Cobbles dull as
Uncut diamonds-

Porous brick seeps
Victorian soot and
Rain-

Beneath Peace Street
Railway arch,
Pigeon guano
Slips the slide to
School

3
Smog
Hand unseen across
Childish face-

No place to
Become other than
Monstrous

may reappear.

whatever reason,

comfort for some that there are recognitions.