Archive | October 2015

Autumnal Blues

I watch you changing colours

in a metamorphic change.

Were once warm and familiar.

now you’re colder and estranged

from happiness decaying,

slowly withering inside.

Skeletal your brittle soul

in autumnal blues abides.

Scattered your hues resplendent

dance, blown in seasonal brood.

Gloriously you perish

until Spring picks up your mood.

As life forever alters,

the dark hours appear so long.

Nature is a magician

in its rebirth you’ll be strong.

©Jacqui Slade




I don’t want your love

something is amiss,

your heart is made of stone

I don’t want your kiss.

I don’t need your words

sharpened in their charms

Never will I find

comfort in your arms.

I don’t need your soul

breathing down on me,

putrid eyes of hate

all I ever see.

I don’t want to give

your abuse my head,

truthfully I cry

inside I am dead.

©Jacqui Slade