Pleased to see That the pigeons prefer Her popcorn The little girl Sits on the stones Of Queen’s Street And … More
Author: Julia Smith
Strange Poppies
Strange poppies On the banking By an empty road Bright weeds Stop, to watch Rich red Majestic bloodied Battered in … More
Vacant
Vacant Green Space Nothing here. Where you once stood, are stood, are standing, will stand. Protected Empty A New History … More
A Fine Lie
Don’t ask me if I am okay It will only make me feel much worse When you refuse to see … More
A Purple Haze
Cold air stung her cheeks and her fingertips, icy tendrils wound their way around her hands and up her arms. … More
Nice One
That is the sound of my stomach deflating, after your words punched through. Well done you.
Autumn Blossom
Fallen white blossom Looks soft Against the pavement Glows Under the advertising light On closer inspection I see Popcorn!? Soft, … More
Hufvin Ya
The shop was quiet, and as she placed the tea cup on the bar the familiar clink of porcelain on … More
Reflections
Café, closed, close to Christmas. Now a de facto waiting room, snug with late night shifts and Christmas shoppers seeking … More
A Big Cat
Cat liked being up high. She lived in Central London in a building that was very high indeed. But the … More