I stand in the courtyard of the
Italian flats, and you appear from
Fire is all around and
you seem to burn with it,
glasses reflecting the sparks,
the borders of you blurred
my eyes water to look at you.
The flats begin to fall inwards,
great melting structures,
too weary to go on standing
In the chaos I feel your
fingertips digging into my shoulders,
your voice urging me that I am real,
even if this world is not.
I try to make you stay,
but the fire crumbles the ground
and you disappeared with it,
Only the embers are left,
I stand at the edge of the earth and
When I wrote my nostalgic Brighton post I said it wouldn’t be long before I returned to the sea. It only took me a week to get back to the place I love. With camera in hand, I headed to the Brighton beach, just as the sun was setting. I thought I’d share with you all some of the photos I took tonight. I hope you enjoy them!
Hello, hello, time for another round up of my contribution to the world of Instagram. Currently, I am waist deep in university work. If it’s not reading for literature, it’s analysing research papers or watching Star Trek episodes for linguistics. Juggling the two sides of my degree has never been this difficult, but do you know what? I’m really, bloody loving it.
The dust of dead lilies
has stained my clothes
I carry it around,
small smudges on jumper cuffs.
I try to rub it away but
the dirt only spreads.
I can’t get rid of you,
white darling petals,
guilty for leaving you
at the bottom of the bin.
One of the biggest advantages in moving to Brighton is the seaside. As a little girl I would visit every summer. The day would start with a unfocused meander through the busy lanes and streets, searching for ‘something different’ and finding that everything was pretty much the same as my hometown. After an unsuccessful shop, we would usually head to the beach, and that was always the best part of the day.
As I’ve mentioned in a few blog posts, I’ve been trying to write more freely recently, on any topic that comes to mind. Here is a little something I wrote about my old teenage room. I hope you enjoy!
Looking through my teenage possessions used to make me feel a bit sick. Perhaps because I still was one, but desperately wanted to be older. Now it’s all just stuff I used to love, stuff that’s gathering dust. Just stuff. I find myself wishing for more and more stuff, but in 5 years time it will all just be stuff I need to throw away, so what’s the point? At least the candles burn away and the creams become layers on my skin, but what of the ornaments? The trinkets? The sentimental stuff? What about the books?
First, I watch the grey at the side of his beard
as it creeps along, swallowing what
remains of the blonde,
eating away at the curls,
burrowing into the lines around his mouth,
but not reaching the blue eyes
Meanwhile, you wear your new shoes
in the house so I can hear your footsteps
all around me. The grey outside hasn’t
made it’s way in yet. It mumbles
in the dim light.
Later, I wake on my birthday
to see the sky caving in,
parts of it scattered on the floor.
You continue sleeping as I roam
about the house, looking for
things I can never find.
The grey begins to touches my toes,
it creeps, it continues to creep.
Today is my 21st birthday! It has been full of naps, general chilled happiness and a failed attempt to get a table at a restaurant. Despite dinner troubles, it really has been a lovely day.
My last term of university is now in full swing, complete with sickening essay results and dissertation stress. I’ve been in a little rut of grumpiness since term started. It’s been hard to find the motivation to keep working on after working so hard over Christmas, but I’m managing it in fits and starts. To keep you updated on my various goings on here is a little Instagram round up across a few weeks (I’m remusandromulus on Instagram if you fancy following)!