Untitled Normal Page . If you would like further information about any featured work please email the originating author. Julia Holliday Swansea poet . A space creature. Transparent veined wings, swivel knob head, spindles and rudder.
Targets float the water, unaware of alien eyes watching.
Ornithology, my favorite pastime, but this added adornment is worthy of an epic writing. I was an artist to capture this envisagement, I compromise, scribbling some words on the back of a cigarette packet. So rest it must, that ghost of yesterday, Never to shadow me again, to taunt or please, Gone with the wind, it was not meant to stay, Leaving me dead, without a hint of breeze. I feel no pain, just numbness through and through, My heart a vacuum, my soul so blue. An age ago I walked barefoot across her stretching body, I loved the soft warmth of wet and dry, her silky touch against the balls of my feet as I filled my lungs with her seductive air.