Poem: Delighted – 25/12/19

I am delighted by the gift you gave to me,   it’s not ordinary, it’s holy and it’s beautiful to me.   It’s something which sings of praises both far and wide, a little figurine set, a nativity scene.   I’ve never owned one before though I know the tale well, such beauty, adoring Mary, [...]

Poem: The Roast – 23/12/19

The roast looks magnificent, I can almost taste the glistening juice, dripping down the sides as though there is no other place for it but before our hungering eyes.   I see you practically salivating opposite me, between us the roast is perched quite perfectly, a distraction, a piece of meat to catch your eyes, [...]

Poem: Floating – 22/12/19

Here I float, in this ether of dreamy fluffiness, in this air of pillowy indefiniteness,   where I am swimming, arm over arm I transport my body, less than willing from the beginning, where did it start? it’s all so blurry.   The billowing surroundings breathe around my form as though they are carefully brushing, [...]

Poem: Dead Stares – 18/12/19

Instagram: @alicewellart Dead eyes stare beyond the fronds, dead dead dead. Their pupils are like empty saucers, entrances into another vacuous underworld.    Knock knock on their doors, your fist will rap, triple tap, tap, tap, the entrances somehow welcome us, they gather our motivations somehow.   Hear the lashes rustling as eyelids mechanically blink, [...]