in my dreams, i am often standing in an empty field of barley. my fingers curl around the bristly heads, as they wait. poised like school paintbrushes to be plucked by warm hands and flung across the country. made into muesli. sloppy soup in frosty bowls that heat an eighteenth century country house like aContinue reading “porridge”
Author Archives: sophiegracehollis
[wherever you are let’s be together in the world]
you want to be a visionary. or a sailor. and it is difficult walking the line of them both. when the view becomes too bent. the world becomes too straight to stand. headaches call too frequently. when you blink and. see only cardboard, smoke, sirens. it would be nice. to wake up on a boat.Continue reading “[wherever you are let’s be together in the world]”
[i will love you]
i will love you for as long as i shall live and long after the final sun sets. sgh
[homemade apple pie]
we made a homemade apple pie. this glorious terrible ruin. deep in summer when rainwater sits hot in july puddles swamped in the north west of scotland. and it is swelling like a balloon in the oven window. its light revealing the flaky pastry. this invasive, unrelenting beam. like a spaceship casting its light onContinue reading “[homemade apple pie]”
Book Review Time: Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
Take a break from COVID news scrolling and read my enlightening review of Gail Honeyman’s ‘Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine’.
[the wide opean ocean]
the wide open ocean was made for lonely women. one afternoon atthe beach i watched a woman stare at it for hours. her hands werepoised on a page of a book. her eyes transfixed at the frothy waves asthey swelled. in the distance a boy whacked the red head of a bucketover and over withContinue reading “[the wide opean ocean]”
[she is something you can’t put your finger on]
sgh
[words on the washing line]
my poems are mostly unfinished. i leave the words out on the washing line to dry and come back to them a few weeks later. sometimes i leave them hanging there. to be taken by the wind. sgh
[mind on the sky]
her mind drifts with the tide. storms in and trails out, back to the beginning. floats upwards like a kite, flutters through blusters of wind. sometimes i find her crashing at the days end. other times she soars on rooftops, not a cloud in sight. you can’t trace her, you’ve tried. you won’t know whatContinue reading “[mind on the sky]”
[bothy]
outside an uninhabited house with boarded up windows and crumbling stone i spy a plethora of lilies growing in quiet sgh
