Ballerina

Overcast, the raindrops pattered on the casket like the discordant notes of an untuned piano. What now? The only thing she knew: dance. She would move for hours, alone, in a darkened studio, forming poetry with elongated limbs and careful gestures, the only sound in the room the tap of ballet shoes on wood-panelled floor….

Poems and drabbles based off prompts

Of all the people to dedicate poetry to, Surely, surely it should be you. You lit that spark You kindled this flame That now burns and brands you I perceive you a cage I push you away And yet I know- This is just the mother’s way. I long to be close to you But…

Life Updates to Follow

Hi everyone, So uni has been a little mental and completely whirlwind. In a further post at a later date (when I’m in a more creative mood perhaps) I will let you in on all the exciting escapades of my life, including: friends (or lack thereof) the micro-aggressions of my flat the rigours of a…