I've almost finished writing the poetry collection. This needs refining but the introduction will be something along the lines of this:

'The following collection is one of love. Each poem can be read on its own but together they tell the story of a year long relationship between two lovers, through their lust, their heartache, their love and their turmoil. It is not my own tale.'


This poem is likely to be the opener, set in the month of August. The rest of the collection will drag us through the years, through their love, their desperation, their conflicts. Through abuse, through loss, through heartache. In some ways I hope that the readers will identify with the protagonist, and care for the characters. In some ways it isn't quite a collection of poems ... but, I hope, a complete story in its own right.


For Under a Vowel Sounded Sky

We met under a vowel sounded sky
of ohs and yous and ees and iis
nothing to go by but our hopes
our lusts
two indiscriminates
lost
our hands touched and joined.