http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gillian-Noelle The original writings of author Gillian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027324 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Two rosy bundles in my hands,Little vessels of mysterySo small;so utterly perfect,Their fortunes yet to be known-For now, this is what love looks like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/483304/ It is unknowable,This silence and stillness we lie inAs we pass each night coldly,Like we are dreaming ourselves apart.Nothing could ever come between usBut ourselves-Fallible flesh, soul and blood.My thoughts of wonder Melt into quiet tearsWhile I hope no loveHas been lost, or f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/483303/ I could start with a thousand wordsOf flowery verse or beautiful metaphorCasting light and praising youBut there's no need to be hyperbolic:Is it too simple to say I love you?Ours is a bond too organicTo pinpoint the start;A bond with no shame, no secrets,No need to lie.I could pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/482194/ Let us walk off the edgeInto the black comfort Of the unknown;Let us leave behindThe void we've createdOf blank whirlsIn a never changingTundra of despair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/482193/ I don't write much prose or stories but this is a memoir I wrote about 18 months ago for my college course's Creative Writing module.There might be some references in it that won't be recognised outside of Ireland so just ask if you're lost!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/380089/ Scarlet tears trickle downThe sheath of my alabaster skin,Gathering in vermillion florettesOn the ground beneathWhile my body twists and flexesTo produce awkward angles,Un-natural for a woman.Agonies burst out loudly;I pray no one hears my shameAs the last reserve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/379370/ She was the sight no one sawAs it wagered too much belief,The sound no one heardBecause silence was expected -I saw her change into a ghost;Now a wisp of sheer semblanceFracturing into a clandestine space,Left to loll in self - containment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/379369/ I tried not wonder;To hold on to fantasiesOf company or loveBut their comfort Was what kept me warm.Whenever I wokeOn the cold side of the bed,I was crushed to be alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/378923/ Late at night, the distance comes Plucking at the melancholy strings of my heart- My mind wants to fly; My good conscience knows I should stay But what good is an ethereal connection If it feels like abnormal love? With no skin to touch or breath to hear, What's there to tie me down? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/378922/ Wisps of my gentle breathRicochetOff your back,Cajoling meWith your warm essenceTo never let go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/378538/ We tread light on feet of twinkle toesBeneath The Long Night's Moon,Dashing between the falling beamsOf celestial silver blue glare,Trying not to disturb a sinister satelliteTaunting with threats of madness and drear -What morbidity orbit aboveWe must avoid 'til rescue dawn -Under .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/378537/ Enthusiasm dwindlesLike a kite in still air,Tumbling down with swoops of stealthAnd effortless soars of ease,Diving through a surreptitious brevityTo fall flat at a charmless end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/378122/ Will I ever know the beautyOf floating suspendedBy the warrmth and lightEmitted by an unrelinquishing amnion? Will I ever know the graceOf freefalling, constantlyWith perfected malleabilityIn a never encroaching space? Will I ever know the vitalityOf a life in flux, f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gillian-Noelle/378121/