Sky Ghost
Words like vapour from skies redeemed
Enchanted from the start
The nectarous rill of romance.
A perfect Magic.
That quickening gleam in your eyes
took me by surprise
What kind of person walks in the Wood
with a dagger?
Cutting wood to see trees
Together we rise
Stretched from oceans and skies
Chase my butterflies
Fleeting ghosts in your eyes.
I will return
Firmament crystallised.
Let me go,
my continuous ghosts.
Mend our human hearts
Neither mad nor bad.
Fleeting ghosts in your eyes
Sparkle on icicles
Stretched from oceans and skies.
Fiona H lives in Ireland and is rather shy so would prefer to let the writing do the talking. She is a former Humanities student, now she studies humanity through creative writing.
She is on the road less travelled from a Sociology degree to socially introverted, trying to make the world a better place by writing. Published twice in LUNCH poetry journal at poetrykit.org, (2018, 2019) and for the first time in Lunch Ticket literary magazine (2020). You could say she likes to lunch! She regularly post new writing on her Twitter page: @gotnomoniker
