Romance

The Novice

This was the first poem that came to me, twenty seven years ago, while I was living in a Benedictine community. It is partly autobiographical (Romeo was an actual rooster), though set in a much earlier time - before Henry VIII did his worst.
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Argibel The Orc : The Bitter Romantic Chapter 1

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He felt the cold breeze of the early morning stirring through the caverns, despite it being summer. ‘Oh curses, I need another pee,’ he swore under...
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You Know Who You Are But You Don't

Words for the sweet people Loved and unaware From us poor souls who stand Slightly off balance (with a tiny stone in our shoe) In silent adoration We...
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Hope's Eve

Dirty old river must you keep rolling beneath a setting sun for the boy who waits. Mod suited, Chelsea booted outside the Friday night hum of trains...
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The Knights at Camelot in Christmas

Fitt I Right then! Time to start the story. The Knights of the Round Table we shall meet, via the tale of one of them: Noble Sir Gawain. And when we...
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Familial Bliss

‘I’m so excited about going home!’ I admit to my boyfriend of three years, Ross. ‘It’ll be nice to finally meet your mom and Darragh in person and...
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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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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.