In the book of hidden wonders
When the night comes
She will be found in the darkness
An object of beauty
Although wild is she.
Obscure sorrows
From a heart of darkness
Beauty in thorns
Recalling a lost love song.
A lifetime of improbable days
The ten thousand doors of January
A peacock summer
Paris, my sweet she whispers to her perfume lover
A happy place where people read and drink coffee
And now, it’s cold enough for snow.
Succulent wild woman
In a painted veil
Alone under the midnight sun.
The best kind of beautiful
Is when things fall apart
Drink whisky in a teacup
And lament the probable future
For the fault is in the stars
A beautiful mess.
Intimate strangers
This is for you
An encyclopaedia of a broken heart
The rules of magic never gave us
Rainbows in the clouds.
Her last words to him
It ends with us
We were never friends.
Kerri-Ann is the fifth round winner of our weekly writing competition. She wins $100 AUD and publication in the archipelago.
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