Tag Archives: Sapphic

A Gift

Bury the sublime
The unparalleled emotion
Of soaring freedom
All but ephemeral
In its addictive sweetness
Bury it deep
So as not to dwell
On what is no longer
Where it can be kept safe
Indebted to the universe
Our paths crossed
I can savour the all consuming joy
In a heartbeat
The connection never ceases
I soar in the sublime.

Let’s Go Home

Conversations of the other shoppers
ebb away
I notice
your long sleek black hair
falling over your tanned bare shoulders,
your hands
pressed against the cold glass refrigerator door
bearing the weight of your day,
your eyes searching
for more than just your favourite wine
for release, peace.
catch my reflection in the glass
transfixed by your prostrated body,
you know that look
of rising desire
and heat,
you no longer want wine
but sweet release
I walk toward you with clear intent
assured you are waiting,
“Let’s go home”

Re-an (work in progress)

>>This is my first attempt at lyrical Sapphic poetry and I have to say it’s a real challenge so I thought I’d add stanza’s as I complete them – because this may take some time. I’m finding it a struggle expressing what I want to say through the strict syllabic structure using trochee’s and dactyls and how to identify strong and soft syllables as well.<<


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