2025 The Rise of The Monster Plants The Skyways of Moonee Ponds - Rosa Mercedes
Covid-19 It seemed so far away almost untrue, Will it get nearer, when will it affect you? Infectious by nature, infectious by name, Human population all thinking the same. A shift in energy for better or for worse? Media have portrayed it as if it’s a curse. With a fever and cough just like a … Continue reading Pandemic Poetry
Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Good grief girl What are you doing What are you saying What did you expect Your wiles are unkempt and all showing This is not what’s required of your sex You are lacking in decorum You are devoid of grace There is a distinct air of derision Writ, quite blatant all over your face There … Continue reading Good grief girl
Et tu, Britain. Friends, Europeans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Britain, not to praise it. 31st January 2020 is Brexit Day. The spectre of Brexit has loomed over our lives for more than three years now and yet suddenly, heartbreakingly, Brexit is happening. I am British born but European at heart. Like … Continue reading Et tu, Britain.
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
You've worked so hard for so long Pressing every particle down inside The body has a testament to your determination A fleshy statement of willpower To choose any other way is weakness You are surrounded by weak people . But as you get older You realise that perhaps real weakness is Forcing yourself to live … Continue reading Tribute To My Smallest Tooth
An open window let in the cool, fresh breeze. As it flowed into the room it danced its way over to her as she sat on her favourite comfy old brown armchair. It lightly tickled her from the tips of her fingers up into the her crease of neck, whilst she sat with her eyes … Continue reading Freed from desire
Carried with us into our futures Are our losses, They don’t fall behind. Kneading shaping and moulding us, Resting in the back of minds. Colour our perspective, Feed into our fears, Ever present, not selective, They demand of us our tears, And we will give them, if we are wise enough, And we need not … Continue reading Lost and Found
It was a fresh, blissful sunday afternoon, the streets of Berlin were quiet and peaceful; the invasive sounds of sirens had slowed down and the sun shined through the scattered clouds lighting up the faces below. Various women of all different ages and nationalities had gathered in an attempt to open up, understand and engage … Continue reading Wacky Women