The sun shines high and
saves its blushes
for dawn. It’s too shy
for the audacity
in the sky, it might
save its blushes
for dusk until
I realise the
blushes it saves
are mine.

Darkness rains while
petals open by candle light
as white as silence.

As kind as guidance,
though dancing tears
don’t fall here anymore.

Iron roof drops
feed the shy to
feel what it sighs.

Bloom as iradescent
as a pastlife ghost.
Early aromas show

promise of future
shapes, of leaves in
shadow of flower.

Latent life is special
as small as a seashell.

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Leatherback-ebook/dp/B007LM0EI8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332411438&sr=8-1

US: http://www.amazon.com/Leatherback-ebook/dp/B007LM0EI8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332411743&sr=8-1

Europe

Germany: http://www.amazon.de/Leatherback-ebook/dp/B007LM0EI8/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1332411933&sr=8-9

France: http://www.amazon.fr/Leatherback-ebook/dp/B007LM0EI8/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1332412024&sr=8-13

Spain: http://www.amazon.fr/Leatherback-ebook/dp/B007LM0EI8/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1332412024&sr=8-13

Last time I checked it was £1.05 in UK, $1.60 in US and 1.20 in Euros…

… all in English too… not that clever

I have found it so difficult to explain my book but I  think I’ve done it here…what do you think?

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Leatherback by Mi Wae

Margarethe has been “left” in Lloegran Traeth (Welsh for Moonlight Beach) maybe to get her head together, maybe to think about what she’s done, for whatever reason she was there, she didn’t expect a leatherback turtle to arrive on shore, make a hidden nest of eggs in the sand, and leave back into the vast blue sea.

Now Margarethe has a purpose - to make Lloegran Traeth the best beach she can for a turtle nesting site. It’s a pity no authorities or people believe that a turtle would make a nest in Wales!

After many recollections of her past, glasses of rum and hallucinations later, her Welsh holiday has certainly not been a peaceful one!!!

heya… not posting poems these last couple of weeks cos I am uploading my novella into ebook form and function, and distributing it around the world.. somewhat… whatever.. I guess…

anyway… I can’t wait for it to be finished so I can resume my poetry - reading and writing…

….  and it isn’t a terrible book either…

it’s called Leatherback and it’s about a lady who witnesses a turtle nesting on a Welsh beach and noone believes her that it happened… but as the story goes on and her halucinations of Jamaica increase (and her life shows that her story is tough) you’ll wonder how this will possibly end….

anyway, take care

xx

TORY SCUM
QUEEN IS DEAD
CLICHE SHITE
IT’S NOT WORTH IT
FIGHT IS
… FOR NHS
… PROPER WORK
… OPPORTUNITY
… DIGNITY
TORY SCUM
TORY SCUM
TORY SCUM
KILLING EVERYONE

APHRODITIE IS A SLUT
ZEUS’S GOT GONOREAH
THERE’S NO SUCH
THING
AS CLASS
IT’S A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT
There are just rich people
who just happen to be
absolute arseholes.
TORY SCUM
TORY SCUM
TORY SCUM

THE WORLD’S EVOLVED.

dying embers still alight
living logs longly

how it danced so high
lithe flames
angering the goddesses with envy in their eyes.

Rise fire Rise!
— not today not today
Rise Fire Rise!
— not today, not today

glow then not catching, burn then baby burn.

I think
Karma coins are earnt
by better deeds than
just grunting through
life.

Can’t eat
them or smoke them
but could build
a tall steady
pile

to spend
on things like good fortune.
I would spend mine
to make my mother
well.

But even
if you are a crab apple
you could be earning
unintentionally
heaps.

But not
if you are just a
selfish pig you get none.
It costs to be an
arsehole.

The horse-headed lady

went for a walk

to visit cults and various faiths.

She did as she was told.

When walking down the street

the clouds parted.

A bearded man offered many spoils.

She bought what was sold.

The goat-headed lady

walked down the street.

She was no longer the beauty

her reflection foretold.

The black wing of Night
come down infinitum
to cover the heads of those fighting
for what was freedom to be and
when the bird lays its silver egg
amongst the watching stars
light is not just gifted to the free.
Mighty thought quietens,
time tells of the past,
whispering tales are unseen.

Apologies.