Biography of Kirstyanne SharkeyDaly
I am 24 and living in Doncaster with my partner, I have completed an Open University Creative Writing Course and am currently embarking on the Advanced Course to complete my degree.
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Kirstyanne SharkeyDaly Poems
La Luna Del Cacciatore – The Hunter’s Mo...
Let’s play a game, guess my name and live. Landscapes evolved yet I remained.
A Crow In The Field
Death comes on swift wings To those who battle takes Their corpse immobile on the ground While their spirit floats on high
Anthropormorphisation For Beginners
Gods come and go as belief soars and disbands And Death becomes real with his scythe in hand The beat of the drum is yearning And to the beat the world keeps turning
A whisper in the wind, A breath of air no longer there, Someone in limbo. Can words seep through
What if I look back on my life and say I didn’t know how to live, love, laugh or play? What if I look back and my life and think I didn’t try everything, I let myself sink?
When the day has turned to night And the moon has blocked the light A vision of safety can’t be found near Now he’s too far away to hear
The Riddle Of The Pyramids
As Re travels across the skies and another Pharaoh is laid to rest his spirit will soar and fly while they lay a sceptre across his chest.
The Blank Page
Be it white, blue or yellow, pink, purple or green That has to be the worst thing I have ever seen A big open space but how to begin The start of the tale just wont slide in
As the cold of the storm settled in our hearts it settled our resolve, the dropping mortars wouldn't win while we lived and breathed on our own soil.
Mass graves pile on high As politicians wage wars And soldiers die
The Blank Page
Be it white, blue or yellow, pink, purple or green
That has to be the worst thing I have ever seen
A big open space but how to begin
The start of the tale just wont slide in
The middle and end we don’t write first
A sentence that you've long since rehearsed
From being little in your primary class
When stories were monsters no finesse just crass