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.

There's no place like under the duvet cover.

I wrap my worries up inside my duvet.

I remember that time
when we were lying underneath your bed sheets
with our arms wrapped around each other

and you said:

'We could be anywhere in the world right now.'

And so we imagined.

'We could be on top of a snowy mountain... in the middle of a desert... in the middle of a busy street in a big city... in a castle on top of a cliff by the sea'

So whenever I lay there
underneath my duvet

I remember what you said that time
when we were lying underneath your bed sheets
with our arms wrapped around each other

and we ignored the rest of the world.

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.