A Poem: The Beggar

I am a beggar at your door, the steps rising before my hesitant feet. I can hear the sounds within your kingdom drawing me, despite my lack of confidence. My feet unclean, I could wipe them more than once and they would still not shed the grime. So I turn and sit at the foot … More A Poem: The Beggar

A Poem: Colour

You paint such colour on my skin, where I saw white in my mirrors reflection, I look again, and you’ve unearthed them. The colours of my soul. I see indigo and yellow, but not the sallow shade of skin, but bright like a finches breast or sunflowers glow. And there’s blue and rose, pink across … More A Poem: Colour