She sits in her aerie

In defiance at the world

Assinine tongue

Barbed comments

No one is good

Nothing is good enough

This one is okay but for the

Fill in the blanks with

Some distasteful phrase

Or another.

Aerie living alters perspective

Always looking down on folk

Getting the wider picture

But none of the relationship.

She sits and knits

As she tuts at the world

Her life is uncommonly unfound

How many days will it be

That she sits eerily on aerie

Whilst breathing no more

Before someone notices



The stone of my childhood

Limestone, sandstone


Were held in a wire wall

I wanted to set it free

And let it fall wherever it fell

But I didn’t

I took a snapshot of the wall

And thought about back then

Being contained in something 

That was not normal or wanted.

Julia was contained in Toby’s body

I am sure she didn’t wish

But lived a life of torment

Unable to break free

She was contained in fleshly prison

Much like the stones in this wall

Unnaturally held in stasis

Eighty four years later 

Julia shared her news

Like a surprise party that

No one turns up to

Or arrives later than the guest of honour

It all fell a little flat

Not shocking or disturbing

Poor Julia surprised herself

Oh wall of stones

Hail down like a downpour from heaven

Shake us up

wake us up 

Don’t be contained in a man made prison

Be set free