Poetessa speaks..

Poète, scénariste et parolier....Scottish dilettante and poet. This blog has some of my current poems, as well as those of other poets I admire.

Tuesday, 10 August 2010


What I longed for most----
was your hair
Against my stubble.

The golden weight of it
in the shade.

Instead, I poured the memory of it
into a cup,
And stored it away,
So that I could sip a little
Every day
On my parched lips.

The amber liquid bathes
the stones
of my silence.

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