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

The Best Was Yet To Come, Sylvia

I know why you did it, Sylvia, When the world becomes too painful to bear, And seeking help means you’ll be returned to the chair, And it’s all turned black & white and lost its flavour, And each new mouthful is one less to savour, Suddenly your mind has wandered back into the lair, 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

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

The Ada Tree:

I took my love to the Ada Tree, the Ada Tree,Where we could be alone, him and me,I would tell of my dreams and two would become three.This was my chance – his dazzling smile had stolen my heart,At the Ada Tree; one last shot at romance,So much had passed between us that meant so more