Harriet always has her nose in a book and this tends to concern other people ‘You’ll slip and you’ll fall and you’ll have your back crooked,‘ but her hunger for stories just deepens. Harriet always has her nose in a book and she reads for hours and hours, of fairies and dragons and old wizard…
Category: Poems
Shoujaa the strange, episode 4
Fourth episode from Shoujaa the strange. Ideally to be read chronologically. Shoujaa the strange, episode 1 Shoujaa the strange, episode 2 Shoujaa the strange, episode 3 Days came and days passed as they used to before bringing nothing but silence to Shoujaa’s love call. And then, one night, Fred came at his feet purring and…
Shoujaa the strange, episode 3
Third episode from Shoujaa the strange. Ideally to be read chronologically. Shoujaa the strange, episode 1 Shoujaa the strange, episode 2 Trisk, trisk sang Olivia’s feet as she travelled the planet they now know as Stith. Once vibrant and green, trees kissing the sky, now gloomy and weak like a woeful goodbye. But for the…
Shoujaa the strange, Episode 2
Second episode from Shoujaa the strange. Read the first episode. Tossing and turning, Shoujaa could not rest an eye for thoughts of the past day kept picking his mind. Capsules or rockets with words up in the sky, none of the options that he had outlined felt right to express what he felt inside. Along…
Shoujaa the strange, episode 1
First episode from a little project that didn’t get a chance to take the shape I wished for. There once was a place hidden somewhere in space, where things were a bit different than you would expect. Picture a sky at the end of July, with shades of dark blue and raspberry pie And fields…
Spies
A while ago I wrote this poem about two spies. One of them falls for the other. She wore a knee-high cherry dress hair up, like in the movies. long heels, sharp eyes and lips, that shone like rubies. and for a moment I confess, I knew she looked like trouble and me, right there,…
The lime
Once upon a time when I was a lime, I met a sea monster with a jelly blaster. “Augh, augh, augh”, he cried and I tried and tried to turn back the time, save him with some thyme. But I was just a lime. *img made with Canva
At the pharmacy
Lavishing dandelion, thought to be hawaiian, walked into a pharmacy, fearless like a lion. Yet she didn’t find it pleasing, everybody there was sneezing. *img. made with Canva.
A Friday love story
something happened to my right ear for a while now, instead of singing about the stars or telling poems about flamenco dancing rhinos she sits and frowns, lingeringly and ridden. she spends her evenings watching cheesy movies, sobbing and crying, and her days sending blue heart letters on crumpled paper planes. my left foot started…