Seasons ;

Another- slightly more sombre- sonnet!

Verbal words can be stammered, typed messages cannot convey,

The twist of nerves and the surge of glee

whenever I glanced his way,

like a cage of butterflies set free.

Hair a darker shade than night,

Eyes paler than untouched snow,

that shone impossibly bright,

like a beacon, calling me to his glow.

The innocence of spring vibrates strong,

the warmth of summer held in his gaze

that made me belong,

with the promise of autumn’s haze.

He is the seasons, which means we cannot be,

For he loves another, and does not think of me.

Shored ;

Poem 2/4 for college; I was to write a six stanza poem about my favourite place.

Fading prints in the sand,

A volume of water that eclipses the land.

The temperature barely reaches twenty,

But still bikinis and trunks are spotted aplenty.

Wind and rain are far from thought,

Joining work and deadlines as an afterthought.

Children building castles as far as the eye can see,

Others daring the water, as happy as can be.

Eyes hidden behind sunglasses that have barely left home

Grains of sand as white as bone.

Out of everywhere in time and space,

The beach is definitely my favourite place.

age of millennials

The first poem I’ve ever written! The task was to create a short, quirky poem between 8-12 lines.

Frappucino in one hand,

iPhone in the other

Enthusing about an indie band

And their latest song cover.

Occupying Starbucks’ across the nation

Instagramming photos is their golden rule,

Lining 3D glasses and beanie hats in formation,

Claiming that they liked it before it was cool.