Saturday, 10 March 2018


The alarm pulled me into reluctant wakefulness this morning. It would have been a reasonableish occurrence but it's Saturday and we have nowhere to be. Unlike every single working day, I got up immediately and creeped downstairs to put the heating on. You creep when you have a kid and plan on a lie in. Though extra sleep is generally an unreachable dream. I also grabbed my phone.

I have this thing I do. When I've gone to bed early and my boyfriend is out with friends, I look forward to his textual updates in the morning. I feel like I was there by proxy. The proxy being garbled messages in WhatsApp. Sometimes I have quite a few to make sense of. The sensibility within each steadily dissapating as his drunk progresses. On the upside, the frequency of his I love yous increases and though its drunky, its also lovely.

Back to this morning. So it was with  moderate enthusiasm that I checked WhatsApp at about 7.30. It would have been maximum enthusiasm but it was 7.30. It's hard to fully embrace the things that stop the sleep. Waiting in WhatsApp was one 23 second video. Rather than the array of ramblings I was pinning my ridiculous hopes on. Still, it'd probably be 23 seconds of him declaring his undying love for me.  Ive watched it twice now and I'm still not sure what the words were. There may have been dancing. It's hard to say. Certainly the phone camera moved a lot. Right at the end I managed to identify the word beautiful. Whether this was aimed at me or was one's boyfriend summarising the majesty of 23 second monologue, is anyone's guess but the smart moneys on the latter.

These messages also span the gap between my fairly early get up and his generally late get up. They fill the space with echoes of the man and as I love the man, so too I love the echoes. Sadly, only members of The Magic Circle can stretch 23 seconds of nonsense over something like 4 hours. Thus I'll wait for high noon, which is when he tells me our paths will next cross. I wonder if he's confusing high noon with high tea..........

The RGF xxx

Friday, 2 March 2018

Face in my heart

You are like the air. 
I breathe you in. 
It is indelible now.  
Permanence lit by iridescence. 
Your beauty within, amplified by your presence.


Friday, 2 February 2018

A kind of life poetry

I watched about 50% of romantic indie film the other night. I'll refrain from sharing the name in case of audience.

The male lead said "it seems like guys spend their time trying not to get married then they meet a girl and think I can't let this one go so they get married and women spend their lives waiting for Prince Charming then marry a guy who has a good job".

I think there's a lot of truth to this. It felt beautiful.  Like a kind of life poetry. The kind that makes you sigh.


Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Holodeck apocalypse

There is music in you and I find that I'm humming it constantly. We are a holodeck of love, with apocalyptic kisses.

As I pull all my knowledge and experiences forward to this moment - I truly believe that our connection is the most magical I've known.

Saturday, 18 November 2017

You in my room

I am very happy to be muse and subject of beautiful poetry written by the man I love. ❤️❤️❤️

I have finally found my unicorn. 

Saturday, 4 November 2017


I sat on the train and smiled at you. Your familiar shape, that gives me butterflies, waving from the platform. I thought of putting my hand on the glass and wondered if you would mirror my movement. So we'd almost be touching for a few more seconds.

As the train pulled away, I felt my love  stretch. I sensed the separation more than ever before. I suppose that's because it was almost our last goodbye.

I hope the transient we know is not us but our goodbyes because "sometimes things stay".


Sunday, 29 October 2017

Popped into

I received a poem this morning. Written by the man I've fallen in love with. This is all kinds of fantastic because the poem was about me and he wrote it because I popped into his head.

Smiling much. 


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