Faith Puleston

Who can keep a promise of eternity?

There they go,
hand in hand,
arm in arm.
The hunting season is open.
The chicks are abroad.
The hunters are stalking.
Rivers of champagne
flood the minds.
The party rocks.
Who knows wh…

Nowhere is the home of the lost souls.
They have detached themselves from self
and started on the journey there.
They have swathed themselves
in cumulus and floated
into the darkest bar…

Sometimes, when you are unawares,
Something is watching you.
Its quiet breath wafts into nothingness,
adrift like the soul of birdsong.
You can sense the stillness
of the flower waiting …

Jagged edges of memories scrambling for attention.
The going back to craggy places I once loved
Where voices echo and footsteps lead the way
To a lost paradise.

Where are they now?
Are t…

There will be no more Sundays for me ….

While Harry was in the back garden singing as he went, Florence was in the bedroom turning out the wardrobe.

James took his mother’s hand.

The boys appeared not to have noticed her.

Suddenly, she heard a voice shouting “For God’s sake, open the damn gate! My wife’s having a baby.”

What small child cares whether her clothes are ironed, if there is warmth in the good night kiss on her cheek?

Someone reached out from behind her and grabbed her.

The butterfly has no time to waste.

Off the beaten track; lost; found…...

I´ve been trying to pluck up courage to smother George in ´is drunken sleep for years.

He had come back to tell them they were ruined.
But in that case, where was the car?

Had my feet not been stuck to their step, I would have turned tail and fled.

. Then he looked at the large mirror over the marble fireplace. Still dripping down the glass was the word “Zodiac13”. It appeared to be written in blood.

If it were a ghost, there would be clanking of chains and maybe even footsteps…

.....up to his eyes in the luxury foam.