AFTER W.B YEATS

  5 Poems based on lines from W.B Yeats… ‘And I shall have some peace here, for peace comes dropping slow,’ The Lake Isle of Innisfree W.B. Yeats Slow Falling Snow falls behind the glass, beyond the reflections this window cannot see. Snow, soft as the soul; a canvas of white fleeting purity, as pure […]

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THIS HISSING IN THE SUMMER

  Summer as the city slips into slumber, after last night’s thunder, as skin slides from winter’s shawls and shackles and pitches itself proudly in parks where not even dogs bark, where shadows have sunk into sweaty soil as feverish fingers smooth skin with soothing oil. Summer in the city and temperatures are oozing over […]

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BENEATH THE SKIN

  I         You         Us being so much water and yet the lucky do not drown in the very essence of what they are I         You         Us we are all oceans sunk beneath the surface of the skin I   […]

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Ripples…

I drifted away once, Carried off by a delusional dream Of how it all could be- Consumed and captured, Completely confused And so far removed From everything Palpable And intrinsically valuable That I forgot for a while Who I was, What I had And how to return. I was swept away once, long ago, By […]

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