Poem: ‘Unenchanted Evening’

Black.  I’ve always liked black.  Black is the colour of the mysteries after all.      Gothic architecture, Gothic music, Gothic clothes – who wouldn’t?  Plus it’s getting close to Halloween – and I have to work when I should be partying!  However, I do LOVE colour – bright colours!  Turquise and pinks – bright colours uplift

Poem – ‘In the quiet time’

I wrote this poem some time ago.  It’s part of a collection of poems that seem to deal with time, or to be more accurate’ between’ times – like waking and sleeping: reality/unreality, the  ‘middle’ bits, which  seem to be a reoccurring theme with me.  This poem is about nightmares and night terrors that seem