water, breaches

you, the kisser


and still buzzed

Continue reading “Pods”


i stand stiffly on the cliffs edge,

and in the whispering wind

the three shapes of our laughter chime

in the tiny hall.

Continue reading “flesh”


Ten across;
not loyalty, faithfulness
or constancy.

Took nothing with me
when the game was over
we all lost,
it was all unfair.

Continue reading “lovecrimes”


quick like a rat, darkly cunning minx- with palpable wit

she sits in flames, burning 

… passionately patient. 

stalking in the shadows at night, 

singing softly as she tweaks her mouse trap

‘I know where is an hind…

I know where is an hind…’

Continue reading “Lover”


The picture of defiance; 

stood still and fair. 

She, opulence born, declaring

‘Give me justice!’ 

to deaf ears

in streams of sober black velvet laced in pearls

Continue reading “Queen”


I dream each grain of the ocean bed

anemone, coral reef

jellyfish blooms –

colours that unbend, unravel

tied in ribbons in knots of fragile wind I may be

Continue reading “nocturnal”


Soft, malleable, peachy; 

that naughty babe was never innocent. 

Barefoot, with lips dripping honey

flushing purposefully with the pinkness of her youth

Continue reading “Victim”


…possesses loose breasts,

a wobbly womb, unfavourable features

resembling an English mare etc;

And is therefore unfit to bulge my huge passion.

She read silently.

‘By my life, he could not get it up.’


‘Outcast’ is the third in a four-part poetry series based on four of Henry VIII’s wives, and inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘The World’s Wife’ (read more on this here). In ‘Outcast’ I explore the culpability assigned to the woman for Henry’s failure to consummate the marriage (which is historically true). Even with the 400+ year difference between now and then, this is a familiar situation in popular culture, and in the personal lives of women.

Here, she openly retaliates, and turns the accusation back on him: accusing him of a lack of virility. Henry was obsessed with portraying a strong image of manhood (one look at the projection of his codpiece in his most famous portrait is just one indicator of this), and so I played on this idea.