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
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Continuation of a story
This is the end of the untilted experimental introduction and the following chapter. I met the cart where the path met the gravel in front of the house, just in time for my father to jump down and bring me into his arms. I breathed in his familiar smell and brushed my nose against … Continue reading Continuation of a story
An experimental introduction
As I lay there on that cool grass, the sunshine pooling around my bare feet, with a battered book face down on my chest, I closed my eyes and breathed in the honeyed air of the summer and just was. Inhaling the clear watery notes mixed with freshly cut grasses and the comforting scent of … Continue reading An experimental introduction
Hope is not the thing with feathers; hope is made of light.
Hope is the glint you catch on a stream that keeps you walking until you find water, It is that glimmer you see on the horizon that signals that you’re almost there. It is the flash of light from a million miles away that lets you know that you’re not alone. The brightness in your … Continue reading Hope is not the thing with feathers; hope is made of light.
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The wind blows hard against my cold lips, cracking them, splitting them open. I keep running, my legs pounding against the earth, pushing against the mud. My heart is racing. My chest heaving. I can hardly breathe; my dress is too heavy, my corset too tight. Bone against bone as I struggle to inhale. I … Continue reading Untitled
*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*
Finders Keepers – A Provocative Insight Into Museums
Walls ripped out from chapels are crudely stitched together to craft this room; like a homemade skin graft for a burnt hand, except the colours here don’t quite match and the skin was stolen from a poor man’s leg. A puzzle made of stained glass windows from Paris, columns from Rome, alters from Madrid are … Continue reading Finders Keepers – A Provocative Insight Into Museums
Depression
His blistering, infectious fingers are wrapped so tightly around my veins they push clear salty blood out of my pores and through my eyes. It spills down my puffy cheeks, and I brush past you so I can hide somewhere alone, His tendrils reach out from inside me, forcing through bone and muscle. I hardly … Continue reading Depression
3:34 AM
That inescapable feeling that the world is wide awake without you. You can hear the gentle breathing of a city full of dreamers, you can feel the pull of your eyelids and you are warm and cozy in your bed, but the screeching of tires on concrete pulls you towards your window. You hesitate but something … Continue reading 3:34 AM
If life was a canvas – written for a competition in 2012
If life was canvas then what would I paint? There would be silent blue waves filled with unseen dark hate There would be bright green and gold meadows with flowers to spare There would be bottomless pits filled with regrets and lost cares There would be an unfinished tunnel made from ropes with loose ends … Continue reading If life was a canvas – written for a competition in 2012
Alicia Jones Poetry 