Author Archives: Francine Rose Hirst

Your Life, My Breath

I will wait an eternity with every breath as my head bursts upwards through the waves and the sea air reminds me once again of you.   Advertisements

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Serenity

I sit and see serenity in the shallows Tidal waters subside into gentle ripples Sand crabs scurry from hole to hole A hawk flies high over his domain. I sit and see serenity in the shallows Above the quiet I … Continue reading

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A New Year

A new year for all Just round the bend Embrace it with love Let the fun never end Look back at a childhood When love was so pure Dancing and prancing Though a future unsure Yet, the memories bind us … Continue reading

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Tricks and Tea Leaves

Mason’s head bounced as his car bumped its way along the dirt road leading to the beach house. He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to house sit over the weekend for his work colleague. The occasional, ‘hey mate’, in the … Continue reading

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Cali and the River

It was after lunchtime when Cali arrived at her destination. The trip had taken two hours and the road was good. Great! No holes in the dirt road. The trees lining either side of the road, cast motley shadows making … Continue reading

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Spring’s Bleeding Heart

Spring evokes excitement. I smell Spring. I breathe Spring. And yet. Spring evokes sadness. I remember good times. I cry. Spring evokes haunting. Carefree days. City lights at night. Spring evokes life. I watch as an outsider. A hidden being. … Continue reading

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Sing Me a Song of a Pirate Named Red

A sailor she is, her name is Red Nelly. From the wharf at Tortuga as a babe she was saved, By the Captain alone, high was the tide. The mother had vanquished, her life one of dread, As brought by … Continue reading

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Feel

Feel sorrow of those behind closed doors A secret garden wilts Souls engulfed by fearce remorse Hidden beneath throes of guilt. Feel emptiness in eyes so sad Shadows upon the mind No twinkle of light in all that’s mad Be … Continue reading

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The Ocean

I wander the streets, Cold, lonely and grey. A city of pavements Crowds step them daily Past tall soulless buildings, Entombed in a plight. No light in this city, Only shadows in flight. I think as I wander Of sun, … Continue reading

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The Track

I walk along the twisted track. Falling leaves touch my face. Fingers of coolness. I whistle a happy song. I see an object up ahead. The brown camera I’d left on my bed. I pick it up; I have a look. … Continue reading

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