I left you behind
And flew to the mountainside.
You were waiting there.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
tales from my travels
I left you behind
And flew to the mountainside.
You were waiting there.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
Cicadas all night
Screaming at the lack of light
Where the forest was.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
The night’s light-speckled
And freckled with ivory
On indigo silk.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
Torn. Broken. Shattered.
Ripped apart, and then stitched up,
Peace by shredded peace.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
The scattered stars are
Closer than the two of us
And burn more brightly.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
The hard grit of life
Caught inside an oyster shell
Turning into pearl.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
Clear sparkling water
Splashing shallow over stone
Like my love for you.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
Glass reflects us both
Standing under real green leaves
With fake emotion.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
Unanswered questions.
Undrunk tea, untaken paths
Unpicked in hot sun.
© Joanna Rubery 2017
Looking down at stars,
Feather-heavy, floating, caught
Between Then and Now.
© Joanna Rubery 2017