The feeling is subliminal Pervasive in the minimal Worming in Squirming in to the spaces we can’t see it all A broken record sings its song But it’s played its tune for far too long Crying wolf Crying wolf The mangled tune plays on and on Conscripted to the ranks of this invisible war Platitudes … Continue reading What if?
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The Wilding of the Shrew
Living outside the box was hard for the shrew to do She’d stayed safe in her corner of leaves so long it was all the world she knew She hadn’t ventured far from home, to forage or explore All she needed was within easy reach, so why should she long for more? Yet the Wind … Continue reading The Wilding of the Shrew
Pothole Man
Sometimes he digs a holeSometimes he fills it inSometimes he mends the cracks that creep unseen til the road caves inIike any well versed fixer you don’t notice he’s been there but the ground feels a little less bumpy beneath his maintenance and careSome say he isn’t real if you can’t see him at his … Continue reading Pothole Man
Writing Is For Me
I’m going to write a rhyme because I told myself I would Sometimes I let it slide and feel the dragging weight of should But it’s easier than I tell myself if I just step back and allow That anything can be a rhyme even if it’s not profound right now The thing about this … Continue reading Writing Is For Me
The Black Hole, The Earth and The Spirited Kids
The Black Hole gaped in the ether, maw stretched open wide sucking the Earth towards its depths with a hunger unsatisfied the people below ran screaming, but there was nowhere they could hide even NASA couldn’t solve this one, though all its best scientists tried But there was a school hidden in the valleys, nestled … Continue reading The Black Hole, The Earth and The Spirited Kids
The Hum
Ideas drift by in the ether, shining brightly displaying their wares for all on this plane to see, waiting for someone to notice who cares enough to cradle an ember close, give it form upon the page once inked it sparks, ignited by chance, to inspire a whole new age Some ideas wait for aeons, … Continue reading The Hum
The Salamander’s Skin
Newt the salamander was painted in colours as bright as can be Dazzling hues of iridescence which he wore apologetically He wished he were a colour that would hide him from plain sight One that didn’t glow fluorescent in the deep dark of the night His family were proud of their palette, displaying their tinctures … Continue reading The Salamander’s Skin
Out Of My Head
My head likes many questions but they don’t like me they tangle me in knots until I want to flee but talk to me of magic and I’m as light as air rising in the thermals to appreciate what’s there there’s an energy that’s true but I can’t see or hear only stillness can reveal … Continue reading Out Of My Head
What if?
The fawn turned to the doe, eyes deep with fret and fright What if the worst should happen, what if it’s not alright The doe pulled her fawn close and whispered, the wisdom of her years Though she knew it was beyond her power, to vanquish all her fears The only thing that’s certain is … Continue reading What if?
Late Bloomer
The roses were in bloom, vivid colours a riot in Spring Yet one small bud remained curled tight and closed to everything Whilst the full-bodied fragrant roses soaked up sun and admiration This small bud was lost inside a mounting haze of frustration Try as she might the path to growth was hidden from her … Continue reading Late Bloomer
Rae Cod’s Writing 