Poetry from The Well


Beside the window

graceful leaves stick to taut branches,

blushing before they leap

and tumble down.

When they lie together

in layers, I will still be here

suspended alongside

sleepy branches.

To what cling ripe worries,

those timeless coffins,

that linger inside of sleep,

suffocating softer thoughts?

Life, love, Poetry from The Well, relationships

Shadow of the North Star

penns cave

In his eyes

there is no horizon in sight.

Two lush pools watch you

from the height of the moon’s

mother. Dirt from underneath

his feet clumps and crumbles

the same as the mascara clinging

to your lashes. Raindrops mix

easy with tears. The clocks spin

round as loyal blood passes

through cave after cave

of your insides –

in his eyes

sits a shadow of the North Star.