A Superficial Stance

your red lips contrast with your
milk
white
teeth
as you guzzle down champagne
like a bear with honey

sharp claws
tearing at the conversation
and your cream pearls
cling to your neck

Man in the Moon

you gaze through my window every night
illuminating each corner of my room

influencing the waves to dance
around the harbour town

creating shadows upon old buildings
and stone pavements

you were there that night
me and my sister
played shadow puppets

thank you
for being a wonderful audience

but the clouds are taking you away now

Falmouth

footsteps on cobbled streets
with flags swaying in the wind
seagulls singing
as the blue sky's fading
and stars shine upon the sea

surfers battling against waves
as i dust away the sand from my feet
sun shining upon faces
and you're dancing around the high street

The 12.09 train from Crewe to Glasgow

Autumn cast upon the leaves of the trees amongst the forest, as if a deep orange fire had seeped across the country, contrasting with the vibrant green of the grass. As I sat upon the passenger seat on the train I gazed out upon the blurry scenery whizzing past at 100 miles per hour as the train proceeded towards it's destination. The cabin had a strong aroma of coffee as the ticket man approached each passenger with a friendly smile and formal attire. A couple of hours passed and snow escaped from the clouds in the sky. Everything once colourful was now hidden beneath a blanket of pure white.