Love

She Was Colour

In a monochrome world, she was colour. Everywhere she went, everyone she encountered was brushed with the rainbow that was her. Little by little she...
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Rotting love

Sometimes the most mundane things can inspire poetry. In this case, it was a quince gone bad. The rot had a heart shape and I could not resist.
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Gold cherry

I'm tired of talking, Cecilia

A small snippet from a series of short stories I'm writing about a coven of witches. Magical shenanigans and lots of drama. Content notes: panic attack, mild swearing.
Cherry

I chose to bathe in light

I made a big mistake I didn't choose the tallest I didn't choose the fattest Your brothers joked on our wedding day I've replied over and over in my...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Walk In December Snow

Most alluring are rise and fall of remote hills, when steeped in views of earth thickly clad with snow; Wandering where we're lost for a while,...
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Cherry

May you live all the days of your life

I read this out at the fabulous night abc tales organised on sunday the 11th. it was a great night and there were a lot of brilliant stories, poems, and songs shared. thank you abc tales!

Hazel

Hazel We stumble on bricks where houses once stood. My mind was a valley my thoughts were on childhood. I’m full of those memories I don’t understand...