by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 8, 2013 | Poetry
Monotonous Coughing, spluttering. Sirens of babies, whimper. Chairs lined up like soldiers in the hospital white. Diagnosis, on a Sunday morning. Waiting, Aching, Waiting, Watching. Lights dim, low music soothes. Disinfectant fumes, burn my morning eyes. Blood,...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 8, 2013 | Poetry
Birdsong, liberated. In the hands of mother nature. Lost in thought, in the trees, in life, in mind. Golden crunch, under my soles. Toxin cleanse – joy and peace. No restriction to the adventure of Sundays. Squirrels roam, they paint a happy picture. At home – they...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Apr 1, 2013 | Poetry
Overcast sky, luminous lights. Kinetic energy, Silhouette heights. Livestock rushing, around in the heat. Camera’s clicking, rushing to Wall street. Broadway symphony, TV colours explode. A Yellow blur of taxis, fight for the road. Skyscrapers standing, proud,...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Apr 1, 2013 | Poetry
The lagoon of water shimmers in the moonlight. The trees whisper as they lean into the well-lit pathway, that I walk on this Summer’s eve. On the other side, people sit and talk under the stars. Refreshments and entertainment. The best spot to enjoy the air, the...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Feb 10, 2013 | Poetry
The cold touch of water spreads between, my toes. Heated wind tickling my skin. In awe the horizon gleams with all of its glory, to fill the sky with such beauty, such colour, followed by darkness. Crimson, Sapphire, Charcoal – Black. A cycle of endless, change. The...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Oct 21, 2012 | Poetry
I sit here, enjoying the peaceful tranquillity of the woods. Silence, almost. Only the symphony of bird song is with me here. I feel nature and it’s presence all around me: I feel liberated. I feel free. Lost in the woods with a notebook and pen and I can write...