by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 13, 2020 | Poetry
Photo by Miguel Á. Padriñán on Pexels.com Tired hands, stone feet. Frozen in the cage of time. The minutes escape me. The hours turn to dust. The days wrinkle my skin. Another year of wishing, hoping, searching, for a pause button, a moment, to stop, to breathe...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 13, 2020 | Poetry
Two thousand and one, summer roses, full bloom. Locked hands, freckled faces, young hearts in June. Two thousand and four,your name touched my lips,reliving a memory, a passing eclipse. Two thousand and nine,I wished for a soul to love forever,the universe smiled,...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 13, 2020 | Poetry
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com When the world explodeswith hues of rainbows,roars with fireworks of thunder.I seek solitude. When notifications multiply,bad news seeps through the cracks of my screen,when the vulnerability of the planet’s future is exposed.I seek...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 11, 2020 | Poetry
The beauty of the night, when the world is still. Ink covered fingers, blank page and quill. A writing muse awakens, with the rising of the moon. Words set in motion like a wild typhoon. Dark letters fall on white, a new vision created. The muse slept with the sun,...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 10, 2020 | Poetry
A treacherous hurricane, spiraling out of control. A fire, alive with light, burning too bright. A blur of making the impossible, possible. a haze of anxiety, dead on my feet. Worries on my pillow, expectations to meet. My mind, teeming with images of my impending...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 10, 2020 | Poetry
Darling, I’m not going to lie to you. I won’t fill your mind with quixotic fairytales, vacant promises and jubilant dreams. I’m not going to hold your hand, reassure you, tell you that your life will be ideal, it will be complicated. That is the truth. You will...
