She said, With a tremble on her lips, I can’t. Can’t what? Give in? Give up? Lift your head up and carry on? No, she said. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t be, I can’t move or taste or feel Without my heart Lurching in my chest Or stinging, like it’s the victim … Continue reading Listen
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