Little paths Wind up the hillside Traced in the grass by little feet Guided darkly By aromatic pathways The colour… Read more Little paths
Tag: poetry
Lockdown (but this is my home)
This is my home Where I sit in silence and let the world float by on black rivers of bitumen… Read more Lockdown (but this is my home)
Small face
Small face, looks up quietly Wagged by the tail As I tie you to the box And walk inside, Two… Read more Small face
Dust in the mouth
Patchwork pillows float On pillars of light As the morning shimmers Through wine bottle glass Frosted with dew Damp on… Read more Dust in the mouth
Breath
A vacant road,
A conveyor belt
On a vacant landscape
Rotating beneath the…
Tighearnan John Kelly 