Eileen Prunster

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Unsolicited

I come here
and scribble
telling strangers
what they don't ask

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Loss

My confidence
slinks off
surreptitiously
leaving me
feeling foolish
standing alone

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Dawn

The hills
huddle together
fog draped
around their shoulders
a shawl

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Medusa

As she walks through the garden
her hair swings around her head
affected by the rising mist
it separates
into curls
that twist and swirl

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

6.30am

Fog
like grey gauze
singed by fire

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

The sun shines
as brightly
as undashed hopes
casting pale gold light
across the lawn

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Taste

salt from your skin
on my tongue
whispers of the sea
and shells
as curled
as my body is curved
around yours