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A Change Is As Good As A Rest
The pen is broken.I need another one.This one is aching and weeping,open and screaming,left behind in the forest of lost girls.I soothe her with stories of how my flowers still grow,blooming beneath all the dark clouds.I’m going on a journey,but everybody is asking me to stay.They don’t know that my soul,and my sweet friend is…
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Calling You
I am misery’s mistress,but she will not commit,so I spend each night alone,scribbling my name into the pages of an endless atlas,asking myself with a choked expression,where I have been all this time. It feels like another lifetime since I pleaded with the world not to end,but I was not as persuasive as my previous…
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Bannau Brycheiniog
I made you a cup of tea,remembering you weren’t here halfway through,but seeing it through nonetheless.It swirled in cinnamon circles as it chased itself down the drain,and I was shocked at the silence of the room,even though I had no reason to expect anything else. I tried to take your photograph last night,half asleep and…
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He’s Downstairs. They’ve Put Him Downstairs.
The forest was covered with the feathers of my father.Shot down as he sidled towards the sun with a wicked grin,swallowed hole by the hungry, hectic hands of God’s Earth,until at last he was home, and all that remained was a skull and some feathers,and I found myself treading the boards,boring the trees with a…
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Revenge Is A Dish I Am Not Hungry For
I am wearing nice earrings and my shoulders are shrouded in lace.This is not about revenge.I keep my anger inside my handbag.She howls. Hurt by the way I ignore her, when she got all dressed up too,and I am so cruel,keeping her captive in the cold confines of a cool head.I have to get through…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 