Eris Watson Poems
- Friend's Wings Friend 1: I’m lost, you know, ...
- And Then
- The Actor Look at the actor. Spreading his arms like wings, ...
- Valentine's Poem No.2 Like butterfly’s wings, I cannot be ...
- Valentine’s Poem No.1 When you spoke, there was not ...
- Grey Noise Figures of flawless grey bent against the ...
- Moonrise Moribund day. Sun dies and moon inherits the sky ...
I don't normally write poems. I do it as a thought process or a way of managing things. Ordering words like numbers can help because emotions don't normally fit into boxes, but here is a zoo for them.
I do write other things, often short stories and longer ones, I've had two failed attempts at novels and now i'm writing a script which is better than anything else I've written.
I also ... more »
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and moon inherits the sky behind.
A plane interrupts
the natural starlight,
an angry red
against orange and pink ahead.
The day is now dead.
Long live black ink
and silver lead.
Morpheus did not find
The scribbling insomniac
and the moon-howlers.
Yet now, he knows-
they run in packs
of lone wolves.