Hi all, I have just written and published my first poetry book. Feel free to check it out at Lulu. Its called Chasing Leaves and available to buy or download. Thank you.

Snowflake on your Lips.   by Theresa Curnow.

When the darkness
washes the light from the day,
I’ll be there, your star and comfort.
In coldness and black velvet,
I will reach through dimensions
to touch your heart.
Your dreams will
write a smile on your lips
as I waltz through,
trailing memories and light.
Come the dawn,
when your tears rise
and fall with the sun,
I will stroke them away
with a touch like a breeze.
From the corner
of your eye,
you will see me shimmer;
fleeting glimpses
of a treasured beauty,
and for a while you
will wonder and smile.
When you walk on sand
and slip on snow
or splash in rain,
I will follow,
my feet in your steps,
guiding with hope
and when the trees
shed the leaves,
I will be the leaf on
your shoulder.
When Winter winds blow
I will be the snowflake
on your lips.
In the darkness
of a long night,
search the sky and I
will be there.

I am your love,
gone but not lost.
I am infinity….

Going Home.   by Theresa Curnow.

The house stands broken;
dark windows,
empty eyes,
door a silent mouth
of chipped paint.
She turns the handle,
steps into dancing dust motes
amidst musty air
and a surge of memories.
The living room holds
dusty shelves
of scattered tomes,
forgotten words,
characters long dead.
The woman opens yellow pages;
her tears drop and stir life
and the words fly,
forming voice and soul.
She moves upstairs
fingers trailing,
crumbling walls,
to a place where
dreams and hopes
echo laughter and smiles.
Cobweb curtains cloak
all that remains
as inert spiders crouch
and watch.
The woman sits
on tilting bed,
the musty sheets
wrinkled
like her skin.
She stretches out
a gnarled hand
and smooths the place
where love once lay;
echoes of the past
she hears,
reverberating
down through time.
Years dissolve
and youth fades fast
along with dreams
of grandioise.
The woman stands
and pirouettes,
grey hair like an
aging fan;
the window beckons
and the night it calls
along with a familiar voice.
She walks with vigour
of youth, not age,
a smile like a butterfly
on her lips and then
through glass she glides
into the night,
a hand outstretched
to her love,
to the past,
to home.

Death and I

Come be with me,
don’t be afraid,
death whispered.
The night is filled with secrets
to be found;
Dantean beauty that daytime hides
‘neath light and life
while the midnight sky holds
more than diamonds in its depth;
so come with me and let me
touch your dispairing soul.
My fingers glide through
velvet mist and to his fingers
cold and dry;
his breath alightens on my neck
lips full of carnal promise,
as tongue tastes my longing.
We walk through glistening
hazy streets where flickering
lights cast dancing ghosts.
Here I feel no fear as death he grins,
eyes illuminated by milky moon.
The darkness radiates a warmth,
that cloaks me with restful ease;
while death’s cold firm grip feels
like a lover’s soothing clasp.
We pass through places
salacious and obscure,
of fleshly pleasures
writhing entwined.
Death, he pulls me closer still
as our destination we reach;
A dilapidated undone house
a dark gaping vault,
an open coffin of silk and dirt
empty of everything that is dead.
My breath comes heavy, laden
with wanton anticipation.

I turn to death then, his quiet gaze
and see eternity in those eyes;
his touch stirs deep,
as his lips meet mine
and flesh it shudders with
ardent longing;
his lips move down
and pain I feel,
a sharp and seductive
sting of death.
He drinks his fill
so sweet and hot
and with his kiss feeds me
eternal life,
in the darkness
I feel a strength
that only comes from
centuries rich blood.

I take his hand
and with ruby smiles
we search the night
death and I…..

Like boiling waters, emotions swirl
anger tastes of bitter pills
I see your lips, they move, you lie
my eyes are dry, I will not cry.
The truth I must now boldly face
and walk away with stumbled grace
The drugs you take have bruised your mind
and any peace you seek to find.
Syringes hold the joy you hate
I have to leave you to your fate
so out the door I walk on through
and leave the love I thought I knew…..