Category: Poetry

The woman I am?   A cartographer of curiosity.  Resident of far and wide.  Adventurer, explorer.    Treasure hound.  Passionate devotee of beautiful things.   Collector, curator.  My most precious collection?  Women.   Priceless, robust, delicate.  Such as a cursed amulet at the Nepalese border.  Captivating. Intoxicating. Formidable.  I offer you a glimpse at my collection.   No passport required.  […]

Where has the time gone  Since this all first begun  Since we last had a sleepover  And spent a day out in the sun?  Since I last heard your laughter  And watched you first ride a bike  It’s been months since I’ve seen you  Though it feels like just last night  I can’t remember the […]

It must seem an unreachable fantasy to those who lack the  freedoms  to sing into the clouded skies as they realise their lifetime of dreams,   despite the relentless hammering of the jealousy-filled voices below.  Who can reach out their delicate fingers,  and simply caress the horizons of human existence itself.   The societies with such freedoms […]

She is beyond words, beyond language, but I am a romantic, so I will try to explain anyway   how each and every word I speak belongs to you, is made of you, even if you will never read them  She walks with a confidence, undeserved  as if she doesn’t create fire hazards on a flat […]

Look upon the mighty halls, Filled with canvases and likenesses Perhaps you may happen upon a plaque A great artist was inspired by his beautiful wife Or fiancé Or daughter Never her on her own Her as adjacent to him He’ll immortalise her likeness to the canvas or marble Proclaiming her as his muse For […]