Caressed by ebbing calm

Skin wore the essence of summer,
Kissed by waves, embraced by currents
A taste of salt and golden glitter.
Hair a tangled web of curls
Yellow weaves of Destiny
ocean eyes deep and fierce.
Those days were our making,
Druid souls seeped in Poseidon’s kingdom.
Bare foot stamping our mark upon this world,
etched forever into spirits
energised by Helios,
soothed by Selene
caressed upon those shores
by the oceans ebbing love.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words

Controversies of a phallic belief


…and now you believe you know my story
the controversies of your phallus ideology
fearing the void of a blood soaked page,
etched markings of scars left to age,
tear-less, these eyes lay dry
haunting the clouds of a melancholy sky.
choking life from collapsed veins.
memories of when the floods last came.
An empty vial, a constructed belief
an idiots guide to phallic relief.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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The darkness it cocoons me. 

Early to bed, early to rise in the darkness of an infinate sky. Silence accompanies me from the shadows engulfed in the echos of lonesome foot steps, intrepid indignation of the souless tip toeing through dreams collecting their jar of essence. The empty echo of existence cocoons me in comfort, alone as the universe continues ticking by my reflection is lost in the mottled skies.  The blind become the seers as the seers fall blind, the conscience offers tickets to a map of my mind, front page refusal for the story they would find. And so the night becomes recluse and i fall from the stars shadow fingers  claw my skin opening old scars. And darkness it becomes me seeping through the pores, begging that I dance with it, just once more. 
Karen Hayward ©2017

Walk with me.

Word prompt…. Stroll


Stroll with me through beautiful woods watch me as I soar through the trees and dance at the delight of the whistling birds. Don’t wait for me, walk on ahead leave me to explore the beauty of nature, I shall return and land bravely at your feet as the trees part and our walk is complete.

Stroll with me across endless grains of sand as the tired sun sets fire to the skies, watch me as tip toe through the lapping surf and rippling motion of a calm and peaceful ocean. I shall return to you, and look a moment deep inside your eyes, as the last rays of light leave the skies.

Stroll with me beside a canal, mist clinging to our skin, in silence let me wander the beaten track beneath soft grey clouds. Watch me as I skip ahead and balance along the gates as rushing water drums in our ears. I shall return to your side and with silent whispers will tell you the thoughts I hide.

Stroll with me through a concrete city.
Take my hand,
but walk slowly, let me pause at every tower and stop at every sight. Don’t leave me, show me the beauty hidden in the night.

Stroll with me through the darkest of walks for that moment in life when it’s time to talk. Watch me as I skip ahead, see the beauty in my muddled head. Catch me as I fall behind, take my hand and tell me all is fine.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Rose speckled hind sight.

As my words run dry;

and my soul tries to cry,

 my eyes lose sight

of the eternal sky,

and I sometimes wonder

what it is that I thought,

as my feet backed away

from the thing that I sought.

Karen Hayward © 2015.