Shadows slide in this midnight mist,Where the whispers embrace meAnd tendrils of moonlightPlay with my hair.Sleep, cold and heavy,Presses on my heart,And its fingers close my eyelidsAs I wait for the ferryman.A metal tang in the ozone airTeases my tongueAs if I taste the blood fromThe lip that I keep biting.Too tired to wander,Too distraught to sleep,Here roll the tears of the century pastDown my salt-dried cheeks.I long...

There is too much pain growing redwoodsThrough this ugly body of blubber.The world has become a teeming massOf claw-covered, razor-toothed monsters,Chasing what is left in the void.Friends have become knife-wielding enemiesAnd change into spectral whispers,Laughing as they swipeAnd crush any fingertip of vulnerabilityLeft forgotten,Open and surrounded asThe main gates are barred in terror.Gifts become sinister,Smiles are...

Across the miles and hours and minutesRests the embrace that holds my heart.So dear our ramblings;So happy our silliness;So close I hold my friend to me.Little glimpses of our faces,Sliding thoughts and running dreamsTraverse the earth in gentle companionship.No hope of holding the other's hand,Or sharing a bag of cookies.No cuddles, no swift kiss "Hello",No shifting of impatient feetAs we wonder why the other is late.Onl...

This poem only available on Stories SpaceEnveloped in the midnight velvet,Breezes sneaking through the pane,Breathing on the threadbare curtains,Whispers call me through the rain.Orange glows of street lamps shiningFill the air with silent cheer,But still I hear the whispers call me,Echoes through the midnight fear.In the stillness of this hourWhen others are snug in their beds,Thoughts of you claw midnight hauntingsWhils...

Every little girl wants to be a princess,Whether her prince charges inOn a shining white battle horse,Or she wields her own swordAgainst the monsters who threaten her kingdom.Each little girl dreams of a pretty,Sweeping dress in which she climbsTo the top of her enchanted tower,And awaits her prince'sHappy first kiss.And each little girl dreams of her battle dress,Girding herself with leather and armour,In which she will...

I saw you coming.We all saw you coming.Steaming through the drizzle-grey,Eyes bulging blue-white fire,Roaring maw threatening to devour us allAs you swept down from the hilltopAnd you aimed for the dull, oily lakeHidden under the black of the weeping clouds.You utter, utter bastard.A curtain of dull grey sloshingEnveloped us as your fat tyresDissected the waters like a mad surgeon's blunt scalpel,Gushing the toxic blood o...

The fiercest heat of blazing sun has finally stretched its arms And yawned its way towards the stairs embraced in cooling balmsOf fresh-breathed northern winds that chase the southern cloying heatAway from Summer's laughing face and happy, dancing feet. September heralds in great joys for such a one as I;September calls my heart to gaze upon the darkening sky.Summer pulls itself away and Earth is brought to childbed,The f...

This poem only available on Stories SpaceThe gleam of dew drops on snowdrops awakening the soil from slumber;The shooting myriads of rainbow arrows slicing through the waterfall’s rushing giggles;The fresh tang of salt sea air teasing and playing through the marram grass;The flit, flit, flitting of a sleepy butterfly, drunk with her fill of nectar;The squelching ooze of melting ice cream dripping through fingers that were...

We all have a home; a shell that we live in. For some, it is a mansion with Georgian pillars and lakes in the grounds. For others, it is a merry townhouse, near the shops where friends call every day and invite us to visit their homes, too. For some, they are wandering in a vast desert, lost to the world and themselves. Others have ramshackle hovels where tattered sheets of hessian flap and snap in the wind, whilst others...

This story only available on Stories SpaceOnce upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Pudding Cottage. And in Plum Pudding Cottage, lived the Doughball family.Mr. Doughball was a mince pie. He had lovely, soft pastry, a rich, fruity tummy, and a delightful dusti...

Big ones, small ones,Ones with boogly eyes;Tall ones, fat ones,Ones with thunderthighs;Good ones, bad ones,Holy ones that pray;Naughty ones, pathetic ones,Ones that laze all day;Ones that bounce off ceilings,Ones that bounce off walls;Ones that stay so silent,Ones that play with balls;Bent ones, straight ones,Gay ones, and some bi;Happy ones and so-so ones,Depressed ones that just cry;Laughing ones, creative ones,Music on...

It was the wettest day of the year. The rain splattered down, thumping into the proud roses until they drooped their newly-humbled heads, forcing the baby bees to stay at home and swarm all over each other until their fathers gave them short, stinging slaps and told them to settle down. It was, it must be said, a day for fishing.But the poor old Magic Dragon, in his many, many travels, far and wide and back again, had onl...

I wished I was a flower underneath a great big tree,But then a dog would come along and shower me with wee.I wished I was a chestnut tree with lots of lovely conkers,But kids would come and nick my nuts and that would drive me bonkers.So I wished I was a schoolie living in the ocean seas,But a fisherman would catch me and then cook me with some peas.So I wished I was a beer that was icy cold and ace,But a lager lout would...

The twenty-ninth of April. Ten years since I last saw my dad. Ten years and two days since I last heard his voice and knew that he heard me when I told him I loved him. I have not been able to tell him that I got a 2:1 in my degree (he died the day before my final, but it’s okay, as I hadn’t studied); that I passed my driving test first time round; that I got a real full-time job and discovered I’m not too bad at puppetry...

Late the next morning, when Mr Robin Redtummy sang outside her front door, the little fat fairy rolled out of bed, sleepy but excited! She showed the stately bird her dress, and the fireflies (whom he promised not to eat – he told her they gave him indigestion anyway). Mr Robin Redtummy was most impressed by the wonderful Daisy dress, and he wished the little fat fairy well, making her promise to tell him all about the ba...