Caught up in your stardust kisses, I reach for my brush and paint a galaxy with only you in it. -Our little piece of heaven at the edge of the world. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2018, all rights reserved.
In the fresh light of morning us writers can sit there with a pen in our hand, a cup of coffee and a whole lot of good intentions...but nothing comes out. No ink. No words. Nothing. A simple writing prompt can be an easy remedy! So if you're that person, desperate to get some words … Continue reading Writing Prompt…
I pick up a hot steaming mocha-latte From my local coffee shop, Pull up a chair And stare across At the Starbucks over the street. There’s a Costa And a Caffè Nero too, No more than three doors apart. I take the first sip of my coffee. Slow. Mulling over the bitter-chocolate foam. After the … Continue reading Coffee Stop
he looked at her and his smile wrapped around her like bendable sunlight: impossible, perfect, and then and then... snowflake kisses under a summer cloud before evening dances across a forest and over London's bridges. And she thought, "The language of laughter, your own personal dialect is dangerous to me. It pulls me in, like … Continue reading smiles and kisses
just ask, he said, drawing me closer. For what? I asked. yellow specks were running through his irises, colliding with a splash of grey-blue- the exact same colour of a cigarette packet my mum used to buy. just ask, he said, if you want to kiss me. and I could taste the smile on his … Continue reading grey-blue
He looks at her With half-closed Eyes, watered With last night's Dreams and Whispers "Good morning" In a voice still Dripping with Sleep's warm Honey. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights reserved.
Leaves that are long fallen, curled and dry, skirt up and dance around our still feet in their reds, yellows and greens, and for a moment I get lost, swimming in the light hues of your hot-chocolate eyes. You tell me that my eyes aren't green; that the way they change colour, the way it … Continue reading about your eyes
One stands proud; green, stem-like string wrapping its body around the spoke protruding from the earth - is that the right word? The other leans deliberately to the right, a desperate curve of escape in its spine. It reaches away from the window; drooping into the shadows. Its petals are bright - sharp, alive. … Continue reading The Sunflower Wants To Fall
The sun only lights up One small section Of the sea; A triangular shimmer A segment A reflection on rough waves - Cold skin. A crow swoops down, It's flight lightly lilted By the morning wind, uncovering Gaps in the thread-work of black wings; Naked flesh against sleek, Dark, Ruffled, Trampish, Beaten Feathers. Laura Marie … Continue reading A Morning Walk
It takes me a moment to notice as You flutter into vision, Like a little leaf - green and vibrant, Falling from a branch's tight grasp. Your decision. The determination in your fight For freedom, is what caught my attention. You didn't care about the fall, Just so long as it was on your terms. … Continue reading You, Through a Blurred Lens