Freedom. An expanse of blue sea and bluer sky in all directions, the only destination is the horizon in front of me. Where the dripping honey sun is beckoning me to chase her. Feeling the power of something bigger than myself at my command, pushing us, thrusting me forward into every new second. Towards an … Continue reading What It Is To Be Free
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A metaphor for life- The Train
Standing still on the platform, the train speeds past me in a blur of indiscernible colours- My eyes sting from the rushing air but I refuse to close them; am I stubborn or brave? People mill around the station, hurrying around, talking in a buzz, I pick out odd words of broken conversations- like trying … Continue reading A metaphor for life- The Train
Broken
Will you end my pain Or drive me insane Will you hang me out to dry Not kiss me goodbye While I’m falling apart Would you crush my heart And when I lose my head Whose gonna be in your bed Was I ever on your mind Or were you just being kind Am I … Continue reading Broken
Continuation of story part two
Chapter four The week my father was home passed so quickly I thought I had only imagined that he had been here. My Grandmother had been preoccupied with writing letters and organising my entry into polite society – although a little late for my age (19) she still felt it was necessary and proper, but … Continue reading Continuation of story part two
Continuation of story
Chapter three We were met by the Addie –Adeline-, our handmaid at the door, she was a sweet plump woman with curling grey hair and nimble fingers, and she smiled fondly at me and nodded her head with respect for my father as she took his bags through the door. As we walked through the … Continue reading Continuation of story
*Don’t go too far*
Don’t stray too far White tears drop onto rose-white faces, into black lashes and as they melt they slide into tender blue eyes. White fur is wrapped around soft warm hands, around little fingers, and clasps around slender white wrists. White stars fly, play, and chase between sliver gold curls, Laughter bubbles from blue-red lips … Continue reading *Don’t go too far*
Lost in words
I want to get lost in words not weeks, I want to drown in love not sleep, I want to dream of cloudless skies not debts I want to wake to see the sun rise not set- I want to dive into a crystal river not a sea of paper, I want to climb green … Continue reading Lost in words
Alicia Jones Poetry 