Huset Vid Sjön-
The first thing I do in a new house
is invite my younger self for tea.
I show her all the mugs,
her hands roam over the blankets and bottles.

And you’re truly happy?’ She mouths with awe.
‘Are you proud?’ I ask smug like a cat.
We embrace
over the doorway, her suitcase packed
with miles to go before she’s home.
I dream of an old woman
dancing in a garden, arms full of mushrooms.
She invites me for tea.
she shows me all her mugs,
my hands roam over the glass buoys and books.
We meet together over
home grown bergamot.
‘And you’re happy?’ I mouth through my dream haze.
She smiles, and smiles, and dances through  the bluebells 
Deep Ocean

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away

Where innocence is burned in flames
A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones,

I am…
A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way
I’m riding up the heights of shame
I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I’m ready for the fight and fate

The rhythm of the falls,  the number of deaths

I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips again
Fifty Shades Darker-
 old-fashioned charm but dark, lusty and dangerous.
 He seducing me with his eyes.