Some People
Some people dine on caviar, some like their fish and chips, for some the thought of pie and mash will make them smack their lips. Some prefer to drink champagne or taste the finest wines …
Tag: Patricia Curtis
Loneliness
The road is empty. just as it was yesterday and all the days stretching back to – when? He can’t remember. The road to his house, the road less travelled. He draws the curtain across …
Silver Bird
Carving its way through the star studded sky, crossing the face of the moon riding high, bright silver bird on a long haul flight eats up the miles through the long dark night. Hauling a …
Buried Dreams
What I Hope In a half forgotten corner of a mind that’s lost its way, is she walking in a meadow, can she smell the new mown hay? Does she feel the summer sunshine on …
Banking on the Future
Here in this bank the future lies asleep, signed sealed and stored, as generations pass. Their embryonic secrets they will keep, from mighty tree to simple blade of grass. Until such times this world will …
Song of the Spirit
Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, As deep and as strange as the sounds of the sea, Is the song that my spirit is singing …
Hearts Beat Faster
With sound of guns the hills resound, a breeze stirs leaves in gentle play. This wood, where bird and beast abound, who all have cause to fear this day. For when these men are at …
Toxic Love
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you have scorned me. Now you have to pay for all those aching nights my arms have mourned your touch, your smell, the pillow where you …