She removed her clothes
Then donned
A red velvet gown
Without a hint of a frown
She sat amidst the audience
Those she had not
As yet met
Glanced over at her
Perhaps already knowing what to expect
But not knowing
Not knowing what to expect at all
As she never quite knew
What she was going to do
Just
That she would inspire them
"I am not the artist!"
"I am the art!"
"An animate object"
"Become inanimate!"
"A life model.......still as the wind!"

by Jemia

One fine day
A dragon
Decided
To take up residence
Within the village red telephone box
A meeting was called
In the quietly quaint village hall
The dragon was not invited
The villagers
Came up with a myriad of suggestions
Some suggested shooting the dragon
But thankfully
That was shouted down
Some suggested
Selling it to a zoo, or circus
Not so many protested this proposition
But, not one of them realised
That this was a baby dragon
The baby dragon
Viewed its surroundings
Through the red square holes
Of the old telephone box
And was now trapped
As it had doubled in size overnight
And sighed
It sighed so heavily
That flames shot forth
From it's now large flaring firey nostrils
And such was the intensity of the heat
That the metallic red, square windowed, old telephone box
Melted
So the dragon was now able to break free
And fly free
The villagers
Hearing the noise of it all
Dashed out of their
Cosy three-bedroomed
Thatched country cottages
And watched
As the dragon flew off
Into the sunset
Never to be seen again!

by Jemia

"Wherefore art though?"
I have no idea
I'm guessing
We're characters
In another ****** Shakespeare play
Again!
No way!
Way!
Oh yaye
Verily
"To be, or not......"
Not what?
What?
What, not?
Dunno
Something, about someone
Called Toby
Toby? Or maybe not Toby?
Probably much  ado, about nothing!
Fin!

by Jemia

When my lower limb
Taps an idling pale
Aka
Kick the bucket
My dream
'Departure'
Would'st be betwixt
A loving embrace
Ever so cute
Just at that special
Heightened moment
Of enlightenment
Where the moon glows
That little bit brighter
And a flame
Flickers listlessly, and lyrically
In the hot wax of passion
Where tongues
Liquid, and moist
Are alive!
With desire
That's the moment
To douse my fire
And ***** out my flame
As the wax hardens
At that moment
That we both came

by Jemia

Lost?

It was lost
Many, many, many, moons ago
The stars
Seemingly
Still forming
In the night sky
And i tried
I really tried
To remember
What it was
That i had lost
But now
Was no more
Than a distant echo
Drifting into deep space
I still live in hope
That one fine day
That i may
Rediscover
The missing essential
We can all live in hope
That'll teach me
That if one day
I should rediscover
The plot
Then i'd hope that
That i will never, ever
Lose the plot again

by Jemia

Dear family
We went on another march today
And found a platoon of our colleagues
Lying dead in a large circle
We all instantly knew
The fate that befell them
They'd lost contact
With HQ
Got lost
And literally
Wandered round in circles
Gradually starving to death
I'm writing this to you dear family
As this current patrol
All fully comprehend
The circumstances
That we now find ourselves in
And the realisation
That we now face
The same fate
As we too
Have drifted out of contact range
If you get this message
Which i very much doubt you will
I knew the consequences
When i was first signed up
To the 27th Soldier Ant Regiment
2nd hill
Unit three
I miss cutting leaves!

by Jemia

They lay
In neat little rows
All connected
Veins exposed
Like choirs
In an emerald green
As they began
To sing, and dance
Shimmering, and rustling
Guided by the breeze
Susurrations
Psithurisms
Create the music
Of the emeralds
Gently caressing each other
Briefly
Like a stolen kiss
As they sing
Swish, swish
The wind dies down
The emeralds, fall still
Now silent
Amongst the branches
And aching limbs

by Jemia