Winter Canvas

Winter sprawls across the scenery like ink to paper

Every inch of the blank canvas was now covered with frost

And the pale sky was now painted black

and each star was etched upon the darkness

shining brighter than ever.

Eyelash Wishes

Wishing upon that rare shooting star
That eyelash laid upon your cheek bone
The flames upon the candles of your birthday cake

' Make a wish! '
- they always say.

18 years

Where the fuck's my dream come true?

Hello Winter

hands numbing and icicles forming
pulling over the wool and the furs

grab your boots and a hot mug of coffee
and shield from the bitter wind
that hits you like a slap in the face

c o l d
r e a l i t y

Home Sweet Home

Sea mist stretches across the harbour
battling against the suns bright glow

Everything seems paler than yesterday.

When the colourful houses on top of the hill over there
cast over Falmouth like a brilliant rainbow

And the flags on every boat waved enthusiastically with the wind

But not today.

The weather here is strange.