Author Archives: chloeroselilly

Winter’s coming And it’s been a decade Of powdered snow deep on sleeping soil Pink light fills the space around my eyes and I’m inside an oyster Pale geese framed in spun sugar buoyed by luminous green My limbs stretch and harden The room is filled with sun like amber ale, The edges softened byContinue reading “Monday Night Yoga”

I’m lying here where your brittled form lay curled and breathing not so long ago. Your skin turned sour and your voice too soft. I held your fingers and turned away from you folding in upon yourself. Breath held and eyes swimming, open upon a ceiling of smooth meringue. A collapsing seed planted in aContinue reading “Without You”

Resentment pooling Babies drooling My last nerve spooling on a finite thread Who am I fooling? It’s not my calling  I’m falling, failing, where is my head   My teeth are grinding  On this ring-tight binding And I keep finding a pinching dread This endless minding I’m forever pining For solitude from whining, an emptyContinue reading “Failing you, my loves”

Am I going mad? Or is it this deepening fog That’s left me just a slice of an unsmudged person Pillars, towers, a fortress of fungi have filled the space between my ears And like a malfunctioning VCR I spit out the same words ad infinitum  ‘No!’ ‘Stop!’ ‘Come here!’ ‘Eat your dinner!’ My teethContinue reading “Sunlight”

We take the last light minutes for ourselves A canoe dipping and skimming across oil slick waters A chorus line of fish leap into the air around us And I wonder if we’ve forgotten the words to this love song It’s eight o clock and there’s a bonfire on the shore mirroring a nectarine skyContinue reading “Bon Anniversaire”

The wind picked up handfuls of leaves and tossed them at us. Coloured piles gathering underneath the peeling white bleachers. Luca ran from flower bush to flower bush, disappearing inside the sprawling mass of pink and bees to return with short snapped lavender and daisies. I trudged up the stairs of the grandstand, walking sidewaysContinue reading “All before 9pm on a Wednesday”

if god is, then god is mother a father may love, but a father doesn’t pull from his own flesh to give muscles and bones a father doesn’t rend himself in two doesn’t watch as a face, a neck, a body emerges from himself see the skin formed from his cells nourished by his bodyContinue reading “Mother”

Crescendo of a thousand hallelujahs  Spanning across the wintergreen fields Yellow tufts and brown cows and the occasional orange excavator Those almond eyes staring out, reflecting in the glass With your red sweater, so dark against your salt-white throat I reached back to grasp your hand And you let me, staring down at your littleContinue reading “Heading Home”

It’s not that I thought it would all be perfect. Hand in hand with you under the morton bay fig. Stepping over roots like the backs of sea monsters pushing up through the wet earth. You pressed me up against the cool bark and ran your hands along the inside of my dress. I didn’tContinue reading “Nettles”

The ocean rushed up under my skirts, softening that line of pink between my skin and the cooling, grey stones. The sun was receding fast, the water still holding some lingering warmth. I pulled off the damp fabric of my dress and checked back to see Luca and his papa feeding veggie chips to aContinue reading “Pasta in Paradise”