• Poetry

    On a hill

    Fingers trailing Against the dark sky Shadow playing in moonlight I told you I’d only kiss On sight of a shooting star You tricked me with a passing plane I didn’t mind Fingers trailing Along insides of elbows Goosebumps flare…

  • Poetry

    Little Boat

    Lying in bed Pretending That the rain Isn’t rain But the ocean Lazily lapping Against my little boat Like Owl and Pussy Cat I’m floating to my future I can feel The sun Smell the salt Warmth radiates The fantasy…

  • Poetry

    Sunny Skin

    Skin Scented with sun And honey Radiating A second hand warmth Stolen While watching clouds On a winter afternoon Laughing bellies Pressed to the earth As we lazily sipped tea Flip flopping On to our backs To scan the sky…

  • Poetry

    Youth

    Freckled limbs Poke from blue dress Mouth like a bruise Against pale skin Blue eyes float Above the constellation Arching over cheeks Sharon Paine July 2015

  • Poetry

    Golden

    Gold is the summer Slowly oozing back. Gold Fine hairs on my arms Standing to attention When gold is hidden by cloud. Gold rings glint On searching fingers Neither promising Nor committing Symbol of stolen hedonism. Gold The glaze of…

  • Poetry

    In Vain

    You type My name Out in full Like I will be Impressed Flattered Compelled But instead I hear Your reedy Whining voice In my head Like a trumpet Of bad memory Like a gong Clattering In a gale My name…

  • Poetry

    Someone There

    Read my palm Look at the leaves Give me something In which to believe Beat the drum Clang the chimes Tell me I’m not Completely out of time Write out your prediction Swear it in blood Channel the spirit Of…

  • Poetry

    Crushing Consternation

    Galaxies Written on dusty palms Constellations Crushed under tired heels Words half heard Forgotten Thrown back Angry lashings Sea on stone Worn down by words Expectations Snapped and dangerous Wielded like swords To fight a horrible fight Wave after wave…

  • Poetry

    Ritual Cleaning

    Cold Crisp Clean Wrinkled Washed White Sheets without dreams Beaten out Churned Rinsed away Awaiting Warmth Tussled dream kicks Reluctant sleepy heads Late night conversation And kitten feet Sharon Paine August 2015

  • Poetry

    The secret

    You dropped your secret I picked it up I hid it in my mouth You turned You asked if I’d seen your secret I just shook my head The violence of the shake Make me swallow That seed of a…