Submissions by Wafflenose (Ellie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
KALEIDOSCOPE: Poems about life in its glorious technicolour (2022); AWAITING THE DAWN: Poems of hope for life's journey (2023); Both available on Amazon UK, US and Worldwide.
Zeitgeist
Someone stole my child while I was sleeping,
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A...
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A...
#teens
#motherhood
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5 Comments
The Box
A rattle; a shudder.
I turn and face... nothing.
For a fleeting moment,
Confusion reigns.
I pause, then pick up
The threads of today.
A life - infused with colour,
Discourse, demands and distractions -
Drowns out what I know deep down is real.
Later, in the stillness,
It beckons me again,
Only this time in silence.
A presence rather than a sound
Draws me back towards the box.
It's been a while;
I'd almost dared to hope
Its grip on me had vanished;
That the power within had died.
...
I turn and face... nothing.
For a fleeting moment,
Confusion reigns.
I pause, then pick up
The threads of today.
A life - infused with colour,
Discourse, demands and distractions -
Drowns out what I know deep down is real.
Later, in the stillness,
It beckons me again,
Only this time in silence.
A presence rather than a sound
Draws me back towards the box.
It's been a while;
I'd almost dared to hope
Its grip on me had vanished;
That the power within had died.
...
#motherhood
#suicide
#MentalHealth
608 reads
9 Comments
Symbiosis
The night is long during a storm.
Between lightning's devastating strikes and
Thunder's cries of pain,
Each moment pulses; elongated and electrified.
The velvet blackness of the sky is timeless;
Minutes and seconds move so slowly
When it's also dark inside.
Each fresh assault highlights the landscape
And reverberates within.
We hold on tight; hold each other up
As we wait to ride out the storm.
Hope emerges with
The light of a bruised dawn.
Like the sky,
We are battered, contused, fatigued;
But beneath it we...
Between lightning's devastating strikes and
Thunder's cries of pain,
Each moment pulses; elongated and electrified.
The velvet blackness of the sky is timeless;
Minutes and seconds move so slowly
When it's also dark inside.
Each fresh assault highlights the landscape
And reverberates within.
We hold on tight; hold each other up
As we wait to ride out the storm.
Hope emerges with
The light of a bruised dawn.
Like the sky,
We are battered, contused, fatigued;
But beneath it we...
#relationships
#MentalHealth
637 reads
13 Comments
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