Georgia Marginson-Swart

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2017

The storm raged
A tempest that rioted
Against the sky
People cowered and pleaded
With the winds, for their mercy
Offered sacrifices to appease
And when they drew my blood
On those stone steps
I could save these people
With their wild, frightened eyes
Or I could rage with the storm
And
I
Chose
Me

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2017

To court flame

I have been spending a lot of time with a boy who is molten
Liquid *** dripping from every word
Eyes ablaze as he tells me I'm unique in a way he's never known before
But I am craving eyes that burn with a different heat
One of hearthfires and Home
From a boy with shyness on his tongue
And laughter that curls around every syllable,
But he doesn't want me
And so I settle for this searing passion
This boy who is nothing like you
Aside from that he ignites some small part of me
And I hate that I need his heat in lieu of ours
But I have always hated the cold

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2017

Crippled Creation

Fever dreamer
restless sleeper
I am a burning star
screaming preacher
lonely schemer
The world is mine
and I devour

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2017

Concept #32

Concept: We climb, laughing, to the top of the tallest baobab tree in the whole grove. I can run my fingers through the clouds passing above us and the great blue of the sky blends into the enchanting colour of your eyes. With hands intertwined, we jump and are carried by the breeze. I know you are afraid of heights, but we are so safe together, so safe.

#concept

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2017

You could call her a friend

I have become so afraid of my sadness,
this glistening horror that slinks between my arteries
and devours the oxygen in my lungs
and oh, for all her meals, she is never sated, never full
sometimes, in the dark where even moonlight
cannot trespass the black-out curtains of my heart
i feed her scraps of whats left of me
just enough for her to survive, and sometimes
in the winking moments before dawn, enough to thrive;
because for all her wretchedness, she is still here
exploring the hollow within me
she hasn't left yet.

#sad #depression

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2017

Another sinking city

As surely as Atlantis fell
Into the gaping maw of the sea
So I plummeted also in
Landing between the sharp jaws
Of your smile, and did drown,
Like all the downed ships brought low
By the ever-changing storm in your eyes
Cradled in the currents of your arms
And held close, that I may listen in
To the whispering of waves, echoed
By the whalesongs that muffle all other noise
And with a lungful of salt and seawater
I sink into the deep Mariana of your heart
Held in sway by the ocean of you

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2017

I reek of decay

I weep for the beat of my heart
Now so foreign and unfamiliar to me
Bird in my ribcage ripping her wings
In the desperate bids to free herself
And flee from the bulbous rotting shadows
That share in her lightless prison
All my blood replaced with oil
And the small bird shrieks as she chokes
Guttural and laboured
But still
No freedom
No release
Only the screams of a dying bird,
The mournful cries of her captor
And the laughter of the shadows
Eating at them both