(2022-2025)
hand-bound collection of poems released soon! please contact me for a copy
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2022
moss touches fingers
interlocks with prints
spider retreats
robin flutters closer
but dangerously empty
climb
clamber
trip on the roots
only for myself
ignore the girl in the stream
you’ll leave her soon
2022
2:03am
I think about you often
when the seven sisters appear in the eve
and the moon smiles
you bob your head in time
in time
deep breath
my eyelids rest and feel at home
seeing you again
I think about you often
when the seven sisters appear in the eve
and the moon smiles
you bob your head in time
in time
deep breath
my eyelids rest and feel at home
seeing you again
2023
places unknown and feelings so thick I could grasp them between my thumb and forefinger
pluck it out of the air and name it
give it weight
let it own itself
then, when we are found
buried among the wilds and the worms
earth crawling from our lips
we will hold our smiles strong
cover my embers
sprinkle the ash
within my blood she
pushes and heaves
light up the water on the horizon
breathless, panting, yearning
settle me down and let me rest
2023
Lankidden Cove
In the cracks of the rocks
the space between the waves
four girls dance, run, and draw in the sand
ground untouched and sun soaking in
the earth is listening
footprint trails and spines on show
drink fresh water,
following it back up the cliffs
the cove holds the day
In the cracks of the rocks
the space between the waves
four girls dance, run, and draw in the sand
ground untouched and sun soaking in
the earth is listening
footprint trails and spines on show
drink fresh water,
following it back up the cliffs
the cove holds the day
2024
blinding myself to look at you
its worth it i’m sure
to see that green obscene
lingering in the corners
so blank you can’t even see
and there she is
unmistakenly
and I am awaken
2024
Sunset Stage
how can I
put all this on to a page
to watch the blades dance in the light
the imst weaving slowly through mendip hills
arm wrapped under arm
swaddled in sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet
sweet
sweet birdsong
fondant fields
air deep, filling lungs
I want you near
but i’m not quite sure who you are yet
perhaps the talk of a lived life is from fully removing yourself from it all
how can I
put all this on to a page
to watch the blades dance in the light
the imst weaving slowly through mendip hills
arm wrapped under arm
swaddled in sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet
sweet
sweet birdsong
fondant fields
air deep, filling lungs
I want you near
but i’m not quite sure who you are yet
perhaps the talk of a lived life is from fully removing yourself from it all
hand-bound collection of poems released soon! please contact me for a copy
tallulahstringer@gmail.com