Changing Tides

I take it you’re not Accustomed to the changing Tides of the real world.  

Watercolour Leaves

Watercolour leaves, Rain water rivers- Tred lightly, whispering To the flowers, ‘when will Summer come?’ They answer With a wave and I thank then For their time, still unsure if They mean ‘be patient’ or ‘Don’t be stupid’.   Little pebble stepping stones, Beneath fairy light stars. Hopping over ripples, Praying to the fish and…

A Poem for Hire

My angel told me Blood is thicker than water. But veins drip like taps And hearts can leak just like the pipes.   My angel caught me red handed. Like a ghost and its shadow He sits on my shoulder, Carrying a certain kind of silence.   My angel told me To let my hair…