Plight

He had drawn closer
To what was a triangle rearing from the ground,
Enveloped in cinders, roaring, cackling ,
A silently sinister mound.

No one knew when resting that,
One steer tentatively forward,
And the confident charity of a man,
Headed him to deathly fate.

Whispers lit like candle flames themselves
When fear stood eyelashes on edge , 
Elicited from a burning rage-filled spark ,
Dark images of burning villages flickered, etching their mark.

It was suggested he retreat, 
My uncle and sleep silently ,
Deep like his comforted friend.
Breathing in they breathed,
Toxicity in, and out, again.

That the mighty sea itself would and did warily retire, 
Was perhaps a warning ,
Not to walk to shallow shores,
Where death comes with dawning . 

They lay frozen and still , 
Shy of listening to the Earth’s 
pulling itself from ripping claw’s grasp, 
Giving its thunderous crackling roar. 

Fortune favoured the brave , 
And Stars were brighter against the dark sky, 
Mount Vesuvius saw my uncle
Reach, No turning back.

He woken with brazen eyes, 
And with,
a sip of water ,
The smell of sulphur, 
burning in throat. 

The volcano exploded,
the heat of Elder caring, 
Inflamed the great daring
white bone skeleton 
At a time where day seemed like night, 
Into a burning ball of light.

'If you need me I will come.'

I remember how,
When air was jagged and bowing, 
the Billowing tall tree 
Sat silent, Taciturn, 
And from inside a smile reached 
Out.

I remember how there was a hot
Cauldron
That felt like it ran inside
Me. All the time I was frightened of everything, 
But your long intake of breath and frozen lips shaped wine
Said not this time.

I had a ring on my hand,
And you offered to get the door
But sat, 
As if stilled by nothing you could stop to move,
As if we would move no more.

I watched movies with only this in my mind,
Wanting to be yours as the girl kissed him, 
To know that I am not yet read. 
I sat intrigued as the girl in the movie said 
‘Fear not, if you need me, I will come.’

Once beside me a guy held my hand,
And I remembered again,
how I thought you
The mark left on my fingertips,
The circle on my wrist.

A guy held my hand that night, 
I could not get you out of my head.

Lovesick

It still throbs. 
My heart.
And boys from everywhere come
And they smile
And I see
Like you,
Them slowly give it all.

I dreamt I was buying my favourite record and crying
As if some how
My arms themselves longed to hold something other than, 
Musical beats
That I was dying.

I saw the world around me
Build and build 
And bloom into flowers
That spiralled headily.

This inside me
Wasn’t it beautiful
Though sad and missing
Growing and longing, 
How you make me strong. 
How I now know my value.

And inside my head, words retained, not to lose hope, 
For someday an end,
And something to note
Between the singers lines.

One note that turns and twists inside.