last leaf

If only tree’s could speak

they’d whisper wisdom deep

inside her hopeful ears

darkened shadows were

once painted upon her face

rooting out, securing her place

in familiar surroundings

Delicate fingertips cautiously

reach out

try to imprison her soul

relieve her,  take the key

unlock her hollow heart , go on

(I dare you)

Press firmly on her dried out soil

secure her foundations with spades

 pull up hard to help her flourish

be still and listen  to all her charm

the rustle s of leaves falling

without a sound around 

she picks up her last leaf.

(C) Gemma Bromley 2011

cuckoo clock

She shall bury her pitted rock

Under her dusty rotted cloth

then

          She’ll watch the minutes stop

on
  her
    new
         cuckoo clock

(C) Gemma Bromley 2012

(He)

He has my heart guarded

and my mind released.

(C) Gemma Bromley 2011

The Neglected Map

Rotating brain makes hallucinations so real

detailed faces so existent with closed eyes

If you had no way, nobody to turn to would you?

Ashamed of the prospects, it’s out of these hands

guilt only hungry for your regret.

If you were hesitant, your intuition leaves you lonely

Would you cross the line? Would you take the chance?

Perhaps circumstances, future imaginings could pass

mustn’t be afraid, mustn’t be ashamed

Take the neglected map

and

 start drawing.

(C) Gemma Bromley 2011