‘ … But as darkness creeps the intensity increases … ‘ — there is the sound of a dying mobile. hidden. somewhere within the shrubbery. each note pristine in clarity and as regular as a smoke alarms anguish. then with the disappearance of the sun the beeping speeds in regularity. somehow comforting in its multiplied existence. the unseen heartbeat of a parent. or the…

‘ … that child still dancing somewhere … ‘ — i see your eyes. alike the threadbare blankets you despair of. a lack of warmth behind your absent gaze. reflection of your pain. this mere existence. too taught a bone. beneath your crimson flesh. the rawness of neat alcohol filtering your spine. yet you bite at my heart with a…

A Free Verse Poem — three bruised fruits abuse my senses their broken skins bleeding tart and damaged flesh. apples. rotten to the core of your affections falling short of love. a bribe. to confuse my loneliness. three bruised tokens of self-denial my forbidden fruit ill-used by your unrelenting fingers. nails ripping holes within this soiled flesh. my skin. weeping. blood…

🥀 A Collection of Poems by 🥀 Sally A Mortemore To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. Robert Graves If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as…

‘… a cry shrieks out …’ — when time strikes midnight voices on the street echo late night early morning monotone. the radio’s black-and-white hum of the shipping forecast a questionable meditation for a half-arsed sleep. bright-white lights worry tightly closed curtains one’s inner-chamber fooled into daylight-hours waking time. where a hush stutters loud. and muted conversations…

Free Verse Poetry — i want to watch you whilst you’re sleeping to feel your ebb and flow. your slow yet tranquil breath. i want to hold you. i want to fold you in my arms until we sprawl towards our deaths. i want to whisper all of nothings. chatter sweet. and maybe sometimes speak with…

Free Verse Poetry — why build a pyre for your insanity to place more haste upon your unsubstantiated thoughts? a quantity of flame for one’s misbelief when time and not your enemy could heal your dissociative brain restoring all of your now fractured spirit. the certitude of truth could be a salve and not the bloodied knife with…

Free Verse Poetry inspired by Scribe’s recent prompt: Sand — this un-forsaken foreshore between high and low waters each precious grain determined by predestinated thought. a whispered soul to cherish. cross this shoreline for a future my premature appearance fought for and WON — does one forget? it would appear so each chosen moment dropped from off of both my…

A Prose Poem — lightning strikes right across the centre-fold the red hot iron of blame burning deep beneath the ashes of an annihilated career. accusations faster than the slowest speed of light. a brutal sort of branding to a temple and a profile dropped from shame. obscurity reaches up to capture your unenviable…