Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame

The moors, the lowering skies, the ruins of a castle, the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano remind me as summer slides into solemn September, your words, your smile, your heat, and your scent. Love is a canvass, a manifesto of indulgence as I breathe your name on top of … Continue reading Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame

All black and all sweetness: Deep into the earth my conscience lies

Crowned with sun-kissed petals and moral culpability I drag half of Greece to the dark side, their memories locked away in a room where winter writes poems and where inhibitions are laid to rest. The sky is a palette of gutsy silver awaiting form and function, I, a siren of the ancient islets, desire nothing … Continue reading All black and all sweetness: Deep into the earth my conscience lies

But now in September the winds have changed, and with them my quintessence

Nasturtiums in a jar, the petals in the water sit almost perfectly still, when with faded dreams you came to me and I whisper to you as one driven by thought of nature's implicit language I want to fill the empty parts with comfort, stretch towards you with my soul singing as ache, a never-ending … Continue reading But now in September the winds have changed, and with them my quintessence