Nancy Pawley
What's on my mind...
Cape Runaway
The off-shore club was called Cape Runaway
Empty Page
Her self-indulgence is an empty page
Ravel's Lullabies
Ravel's lullabies, weeping willow gypsy violins, soft piano sighs
Winter’s Long Kiss
The scornful magpie is jabbering, pitch-black, full of woe
Mind-drifts
Far beyond the deadly Torch Bearer Lighthouse Point
Darque Angel
Amongst the gloomy grey of rainswept days
Disembodied Mannequins
The moonlit room is semi-bathed
Come Hell or Elixir
All week long the weatherman had predicted rain aplenty to be falling. Not a single drop had materialized from the grey overcast clouds hovering right above her house, though.
Love Is a Killer
You came, you saw, you conquered;
The Ocean Is a Jealous Woman
take heed, for the Ocean is a jealous woman
Rouged Bandito
I’m called Midnight Colorado, the Brightly Rouged Bandito
Hunter’s Stew
We’d oft been warned to stay away from the dangers of Parsons Woods
Pilgrim Poet
Scorpio’s southern sky is cast in mystic bronze
Night Lines
Poetry