Poetry

I met a girl as sweet as honeydew, She told me tales of hot holidays spent With friends she loves, boyfriends she loved once too. None of...

I felt pretty, Until I saw the magazine. Covers in the shop,  And an old friend Thriving while I am not. I was happy Being on my own,...

Nature is entwined in my nerves With attention to the trees; The cycle begins again. I shatter my heart to the floor Alone in a world...

The home seen inside is a cocoon, Rotting to its battered baby blue core. My body, a barren, abandoned dune, Chasing after a...

Bloody scrapes and bloody knickers. Cramps, nausea and dizzy spells. No food or too much food. Beauty comes from within But pain is...

Womanhood is understanding. It ’s passing period pads To strangers in the toilets. It ’s secret glances in a group When boys act dumb....

I am half my mother; I have her red hair, Her hands, her feet. Her creative heart, Her insatiable appetite, And I write my ‘g’s Just like...

In between the laughs and stutters Me and father slowly mutter. In between the conversational clutter Mother sits in silence. Silence....

Expanding into a greater being from such a small existence. She lay in the ground dormant Until the right conditions came, And allowed...

When the sun rises the light Dims from my mother’s eyes. The workload builds and the Stress of the day begins anew. I watch her, stumble...