THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains…

Words of a Melting Candle…

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words…

#millennialthings

Maybe I shouldn'tBut I want toNot everything one wants should be doneMaybe just this once?For goodness' sake, have some dignity woman!Facepalm But what if something's wrong?If only I knew how they are... I'd be fineHeck, even move onGod, how did we even come to this?I shouldn't have to think so longMaybe name five things I…

To love somebody

God,I know nowwhat it means to love you What faith isWhat honour and praise isFor I've founddespite theretribution and the wrongs I have it in meto see the right for I see it all along and keep itin my heart and sing it like a precious little songfor the love in my heart is strongerthan…

Broken

There will be poemsand lots of it toocrude-like from thisamateur's penMadwomantrying to make senseof loss, loss and lossBut it is also truethat the pain will enda slow, painful death a gradual processuntil, the finalnight descendsand the spell is broken Leaving what? We'll find out

return

I have known you in many lifetimesand thus have faith in the next:that though kingdom's come andparted now, both shall returnin the next one...and the order righted again

Worth

She bartered her worthwith words of desperationand profited shame ©