Only Half-loving You.

On clear, cold nights
Looking up at the moon,
Sometimes I cannot help but
Think of you; though it hurts too.

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Love Note.

Write me love letters I can wrap my heart in.
Tie it up tight with rough, brown string.
Black ink seeping into the chambers of my heart.
The sweetest poison from your silver-tipped dart.

 

©2018 H. M. Smith, All Rights Reserved.

The Other Rapunzel

A girl a girl with golden hair,
Fell down a well, her legs were bare.

Connection

Pink clouds against blue sky
With yellow clouds that underlie,
Like the fire in your eyes;
A passion deep and burning bright
That lights up my darkest night. 

Heathen Girl

Nature calls her
Into the wild,
Under a pearl moon
Wolves slink by her side.

Home is where the Heart is.

Home is where the heart is,

That is what they say.

But home: bricks and mortar,

Will eventually be washed away.

 

Home is where the heart is

I have learned firsthand, 

That even the test of time 

Weakens, until it cannot stand.

 

‘Beneath The Harvest Moon’ (Halloween 2016)

Autumn is my favourite time of the year, and as usual I always find myself writing some kind of Halloween themed poetry in the weeks leading up to the 31st of October. Last year a wrote a poem about a corpse bride, but this year I decided to keep things a little more witchy.

Enjoy, and have a Happy Halloween!
Hannah Marie x

I have a new poem coming out!

Front Matter

Back Matter

During 2015, in my second year as an undergraduate, I had my first poem published with Spectral Visions Press. It was an exciting time as previous to this I had only one poem published to my name; a poem I had written and submitted to a competition when I was 11 years old (which, it is safe to say, is now a little embarrassing to my 23-year-old self!)

I’m now excited all over again to be having a second poem published with Spectral Visions Press in this years ‘Tarot Collection’ anthology.