Stretched

they come in waves
often with a smile
more artificial
than the last

seeking authority
in exchange for the lives
we hope to grow

it’s difficult to cultivate future minds
when your own is transfixed
in a parallel of statistics

release us

Drips

appearing on christmas eve

and as cunning as thieves 

they ran along the dusty white ceiling

as one

in the days to follow

they gravitated downwards 

still together

unconfident to break loose

after time though

tensions grew thwart

fights broke out

when finally

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

Raven in the graveyard

with a gaze that screams

in an otherwise silent landscape

you look across at us with disdain

as we push on through

the snow blankets, those resting

below the cold ground

cleaning the muted tones in an afternoon

and remaining steadfast  

Burgh Island

grey skies and ochre sands
call me like aching sirens to romp across
them to a place who’s
bricks and mortar share no secrets

jagged rocks litter the landscape

like gasping humpbacks

taking a last breath

before their descent

 

trawling up the grassy verge

the sound of childrens

laughter caught on the wind,

growing short of breath

 

over the sheer edge

swell as dark as navy rum

persistantly eats the opposing dirt,

adding to the already opaque broth

 

reaching the peak

you are rewarded with shelter,

in which, ideas germinate in

regards to its birth