She Was My Home:

  Every rickety stair that almost crumbled beneath me, Every loose stone on the cobbled path that made me lose my footing, The spikes & pikes threatening to kill me if I made one wrong move, The disappearing columns I had to jump that shot straight down to hell, All of the wet black caverns more

GYPSY DREAMING

Listen while you read: I want to live in Tanjil Bren, I’d flit among the coy blue wren, Birds and butterflies would abound, And I’d feel at peace in my hometown.   I want to live in Claire de Lune, But if I can’t then Ruby will do, Quaint little towns with pretty girl’s names, more

It’s full moon ag’in

Please listen while you read She knows I’m watchin’ her, An’ what I’m thinkin’ ’bout; The goodbyes I had to say. An’ I hate how ev’rywhere I go, Ev’ryone I’m introduced to, Ev’ry book I read, Ev’ry sign I see, Ev’ry show I watch, Ev’ry C.D. I listen to, Ev’ry game I play, Ev’ry stranger’s more

Uni Assignment – Poetry & Exegesis of LMM

©LMM – Written May 2017

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Persephone & Hades

Although he took, My purity & innocence, When my Hades came for me, No-one knows this, But I followed him willingly. He took advantage, Of my gullibility & naivety, When I frolicked through, The pasture of flowers, To introduce myself to him, oh so shyly. No-one knows that, All alone at night I yearned, In more

Persephone – Prelude

We begin the descent, he & I, It’s always around 2am that he enters, My sleep induced, unconscious mind, In the Under-World, there’s no such thing, As Spring flowers, Wedding showers, Birds of bower. He brings me here to witness; The dark sky rumbling, The masculine electricity pulsating, The mountain of ashes that hides the more

My first sonnet – 30/12/16

The summer night & I share an exquisite secret, Whirring mosquitos happily prattle on, My euphoria shoots heavenward & deepens, Starlit black velvet & sweet celestial song. Many ants build up a nest one morsel at a time, And in the same way, my hope & faith was restored, Golden, azure drops run over black more

Haiku (5,7,5) written November 2016

Would his love reach me? Cold, shy, distant, reserved, I longingly sing. I was a minor; No characterisation, And then I saw him. On the precipice, Of love, about to dive down, Search the lost & found. He entered my soul, Sat down, picked up the remote, Flicked through, never left. Divine Providence, Brought our more

The Magnolia Tree – a poem

It was under the Magnolia tree, He loved me, And our children played, All three, (and then four, five), And the puppies leapt high, Under the Magnolia tree. We’d sit and talk for hours, Under the Magnolia tree, Butterflies & dreams & wishes, And she’d listen, Our beautiful old tree. The seasons came & went, more

Poets Are A Weird Mob:

I get up before the sun, And before the household, So I can write poems for you, It comes out of my fingers. In reams. One day when I finally meet you, I will give them to you and, Unless you are a poet, You may not understand, The significance. You’ll hand them back, And more