She turned to the sun and smiled her weakness fading it fast, the light had raised hope that somehow, now would be other. ——————- She tolerated the torment of inhuman hunger and grief, as she was too young to know of a people punishing children. ——————————- Her heart fluttered and fitted as the sun rose… Continue reading Deadly Disease of War.
Month: April 2020
Nature’s Bounty.
It will rain soon and then we’ll find the days solemn and safe, but sweet if we could hear the plants, who call to one another for water and rejoice at the sweet smelling air that wraps them round, quelling their fear of early deaths, and shrivelled leaves before the fruits are floating on the… Continue reading Nature’s Bounty.
The Tory’s Party
Oh, God! it is bad. They’ve screwed us over and over again, each time they speak it is with a fancy forked tongue, tracing a journey through their choices and our deaths. ———————– Oh, Lord! it is grim, I’m on m knees and weeping, because my kith are hurting sore and the NHS, the guardian… Continue reading The Tory’s Party
Spring Death
The sun caught the shy violet, shedding light on them, as they appeared like sapphires in the grass and gorse and gave joy to the slow journeying. ————- They smiled at the swift, flying swallow retuned to a cold and frightened land, as it dipped and darted, diving for flies while the fearing folk stayed… Continue reading Spring Death
The Prayer of Good Friday
Was it the cross that wounded his soul? As it tore at his every breath, or the nails as they tore into flesh, and thorns that shocked his skull, even the lashes gouging out his flesh, was their terror his true torment? Or ———————- was it in the garden, where he made a choice?… Continue reading The Prayer of Good Friday
Isolating Pain
Her clothes felt heavy and her shoes lead lined, like in a nightmare when you run and run and you just can’t get anywhere. ——————– Her arm hung heavily at her side as big bruises surfaced in darkening black and blue her torn lip, a tortured broken face. ——————————– She was at her prison door… Continue reading Isolating Pain
Isolating Hell.
She breathed onto the window, and stared as the steam smeared her view, slowly dissolving to droplets dawdling down the pane and puddling. ————————– Her eyes were stretched. She shook from the horror of knowing, that he was here all day, all night by order of the British government. —————————– A Pandora’s box opened by… Continue reading Isolating Hell.