twine climbing roses
the colour of wine
round my garden gate
to intoxicate
myself with welcome when I come home
and then alone
endless and enduring I can create
everything loving and sacred and joy-filled
this is my reality
my garden gate is open

* * *

Because you are not here
I write a song for you
in the cold, still air.

Alone.
No, not alone.
Somewhere within me is a feeling of you.

So I dance for you.
Twirl in a song with no words.
My body caresses the breeze.

No one is watching.

Now I'm back on livejournal (yay!) I think it's time to post some poetry, though I haven't been inspired much lately, so these will be quite old poems. Actually the ones I am most drawn to at the moment I wrote when I was 12 - one of my most poetically productive periods ( Read more... )

the memory of a countryside walk
and a horse pushed against barbed wire
so i could stroke its head
brings the expectancy of tears to my eyes
i am a child again


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you were kind ( Read more... )

I love Totnes. In a way it's hard to imagine going away to uni, because it seems like I've already found the perfect place for me to live. Or the most perfect place I've experienced. It's hard to imagine living somewhere where all you can see around you is buildings and a road and the sky, instead of hills with fields and trees. I am scared of ( Read more... )

Okay hopefully my UCAS application is finished now so yay! I'm applying to University of Wales, Aberystwyth, University of Bristol, University of East Anglia, University of Sussex, University of St Andrews and University of Warwick. I don't know which will be my first choice yet. I would be grateful for any information about any of them :). It is ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

I sing 'Mad World' and long for a smile

Pretending that I am alright ( Read more... )