love poetry, poetry

A Love’s Labours

In the distance
b e t w e e n
lingers a love’s labours
lost to time and silence, Continue reading “A Love’s Labours”

poetry, visual poetry

Venus & Aries entwined

In her bones she knows love
to be an ancient, celestial thing;
her love language was the first
language: a purity before sin.
With an affectionate touch
she may crown you king
if only
you can win the war
within her:
there’s exquisite beauty
in pleasure and pain,
but not every man
is fit to be king.

©2022, H. M. Smith, all rights reserved.


And Still, There Is No Peace

Forever etched into the mind
is the image of that hellish-red sky;
war has ruined the beauty of night
and still, there is no peace.
As psychopathic males
play their empire games,
of a country at war
bury their sons’ remains. Continue reading “And Still, There Is No Peace”


                      Tiny Envelope

Pressed in a tiny
envelope, a lone petal
bears the weight
of all my love:
lost in the post,
carried from coast
to coast in search
of you, address:

©2022 H. M. Smith, all rights reserved.


The Double

“You’re the double of ya Da’
ya know?!” As she’s commonly
been told; protests always
get stuck in her throat,
at war with being polite.
“Aye, ya must be proud!” They
urge, and he agrees. Continue reading “The Double”

creative writing, dreams, love poetry, poetry, witch

In the Cradle of Creation

Could you hold me tonight,
my love? Because it feels so
right in the middle of the night
I think about when we first met
on the train: the feel of my hand
in yours and the huskiness
of your voice. There was a
kindness in your eyes and
a shyness to your smile.

How can it be that our paths
have crisscrossed again
and again? Maybe
there is a flame that
burns eternal, deep
in the Cradle of Creation?

Continue reading “In the Cradle of Creation”