Deep in the South of England, high above the city of Winchester stands Christmas Hill. Here a few forgotten trees … More
Author: Julia Smith
On High
Stand up high Above the pastoral scene Seemingly spared An industrial revolution Fool yourself Into thinking You are seeing the … More
Pink Balloons
Pink balloons Strung from streetlights At the roundabout Where Peppa Pig bedsheets Wrap themselves Around metal fences Along the … More
The Never House
She went to buy a house, sight unseen. A silly thought, but she was seized by an impulse. Drawn to … More
On Bicycles
A city on a river Where cows cuddle up On common land Close to old roads Filled with high end … More
When The Night Comes
The cold bit into her fingertips. She squeezed her hands into fists and pushed them deep into her coat pockets. … More
Sunday Rain
She looked up into the sky. In the barren brightness it seemed the rain could not be seen. Only the … More
Lonely
Just because I’m lonely And you’re here And you’re kind I’ll imagine myself Cuddled up In your calm … More
Shared Carpet
The carpet We shared Is looking pretty bare These days The water dispenser Has not overflowed Tea has not been … More
The Team
Secluded Separated They are a team No more All lost In their own minds To their own styles Of surviving … More