Journal Entry – Grace

Journal – 26th January, 2018 He took me to Berwick Botanical Gardens this morning. We stood gazing at the scene at the lake both completely immersed in a world of our own but also of each other. We agreed a short story could be written and also a canvas painted from our vantage point: GRACE more

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

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


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


His eyes bore into hers,

Just for a second,

And in that moment,

She saw his fantasy of her,

– how he wanted her.


But divine retribution,

Always has its way,

And she would not,

Make him a victim,

Of her love;

Just another casualty.


So she released him,

Back to domestication,

Quite like a balloon.



Sleeping with scissors:

Her beloved – dead and buried in the ground,

Sleeps in the next room to her,

To keep an eye on her.


She doesn’t like the growling in the night,

So she sleeps with scissors,

But apart from that, sublimely peaceful.

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