by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 8, 2013 | Poetry
Hooded figures, emerge as daylight disappears. Dissatisfied with ice-cold steel to sit upon. Waiting, eyes darting. Is that the one? No. Thudding beats – individual ears. Sheeted glass walls, freshly black paint fumes. I study a young girl half naked in the winter...
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...