Rippling sun-warmed waves to dip our feet into, Letting the ocean coax us in a toe at a time. Throwing playful splashes between bubbles of laughter, We kit up for the journey ahead. Beyond our rippling fingertips lay everything in shades of blue-green crystal. A window into another world, Except through this mirror’s surface we … Continue reading ~waves~
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Grey is my favourite colour
In between the dark grey and white lines of books lie the brightest of worlds, When the clouds are ashen and blue they hold the most violent storms, From here everything in space shines silver. Concrete towers holding human existence loom over, And lovers hiding in grey-black shadows Bars pulsing with music and smoke … Continue reading Grey is my favourite colour
A Eulogy for Ana – Thin Air
Gulping down nothing Doing lines of empty plates Injecting thin air and water in-vain Stomach filled with swirling dust Friendships left out to rust Flesh falling off the bone Living in the negative spaces They said home was where the heart is- So you got lost between your ribs, One bite forward two bites back … Continue reading A Eulogy for Ana – Thin Air
Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Walking through wildflowers in spring, My throat red-raw from screaming your name. Walking in the footsteps of ghosts, Running my fingers across the bark that you touched. Echoes of us still swirl around in the wind, Or at least in skies in my mind. For each twig snapping, leaf moving, I turn around expecting you … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Call Me
Human existence passing between two cracked screens, Miles apart but to them only a few seconds it seems- Two ears pressed eagerly to speakers awaiting replies- The window to the soul is no longer their eyes But the voice, and for that they are both surprised. Ten minutes fade into two hours, Like sun drenched … Continue reading Call Me
Made Up Worlds and Eyeless Birds
Our world was dipped in warmth; the evenings were painted in hues of honey, and the days were drenched in fiery reds. Sand flew around us like golden rain when we ran and we were always laughing. We used to watch the stars peeking at us through the amber haze hanging above. Our little planet … Continue reading Made Up Worlds and Eyeless Birds
Summer Storms
Watching the clouds bruise in the corner of my eye, As I focus on reading the worn out, tea-stained pages of Süskind again, The winds is picking up and dancing through the window, It plays with my damp curled hair But I’m lost in another world far from here- Fat droplets of rain jump … Continue reading Summer Storms
Dust
Like just another speck of dust dancing in the Light, I’m afraid of falling into obscurity, Of being swept up and lost in the detritus of life. For the moment the radiance and promise of brilliance keeps me afloat, But I can see the millions of particles around me: there’s not enough room in the … Continue reading Dust
Meloncholy
We sit in grey suits across from one another; stiff and straight like toy soldiers. ‘The weather is nice’ A small yellow-green netted globe sits between us- we’re a world apart Breaking the tension I bring out the knife and slice up the sun, 10 minutes later and we’re spitting out the hard honey seeds … Continue reading Meloncholy
A Sky Full of Stars
A sky full of stars, and her, knee-deep in an ocean of herself. Stripped naked to the world, bare and ready for inspection. As their filthy eyes seek out every inch of private moments, every second of every breath, waiting to reveal her imperfections, she stands still. Although her body is uncovered she still feels … Continue reading A Sky Full of Stars
Alicia Jones Poetry 