Someone Might See Us*

Oh stormy nightWhat shall you bringOnly time will tellWhat the queen has said to her kingDid they have a fightAnd if soWho got the winBut seriously That’s enough for nowYou need to leaveSomeone might see us You might be my mistress But the day is my lawful wife

Favourite

He was my favourite poem – not the smooth words printed onto a crisp, clean sheet of paper but the messy splotches of ink, words and emotion that painted the flawed surface of the page with an image of iridescent colour under the black and white contrast of ink and paper. While initially slow, I soon […]