Just an image that came to me when listening to Nightwish ‘Meadows of heaven’ and a poem that followed.
Heartbreak cascaded through her,
She saw it
Black as night
Was it just in her reflection?
It was, she was sure,
She wipes her eyes
Her hands tremble
As if her tears, tore through her,
And leaving ghosts
For all to see,
Or just for me?
I’ve been an avid reader and scribbler for years but only recently started thinking about publishing my work.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and have, since 2008, been producing scripts for theatre as my main focus of writing, but always scribbling poems, songs and short stories for fun, and/or catharsis. I’m also a keen sketcher and sketchnoter.