Aug 2016
in our veins
the warm slither
of familiarity
spilling spider-like anxieties
serving molten stories
written
on multi-coloured balloons
we inhale the air
like it’s precious
and it is
each mouthful
a moment
a reminder
of what is now
the warm slither
of familiarity
spilling spider-like anxieties
serving molten stories
written
on multi-coloured balloons
we inhale the air
like it’s precious
and it is
each mouthful
a moment
a reminder
of what is now
Written: August 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from my HP profile at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from my HP profile at some point in the future.
