The crunch under my boot,
remnants of a faraway summer
golden, brown and crimson
already disappearing
...
The silence has wrapped me
so long that I forgot
how to make words
dance in the sky
...
You were wrong,
my poetic friend, because
October is the cruellest month, burying
dead leaves in dead soil, mixing
...
Poetry is like chocolate
because it’s mellow, mystical,
and melts on the tongue
...
Anne Brooke’s fiction has been shortlisted for the Harry Bowling Novel Award, the Royal Literary Fund Awards and the Asham Award for Women Writers. She has also twice been the winner of the national DSJT Charitable Trust Open Poetry Competition. She is the author of nine novels, and three books of poetry. In addition, her gay and literary short stories are regularly published by Amber Allure Press, Wilde City Press and Untreed Reads. All her gay fiction can be found at: www.gayreads.co.uk. Anne has a secret passion for theatre and chocolate, preferably at the same time, and is currently working on a fantasy novella, The Taming of the Hawk. More information can be found at www.annebrooke.com and she regularly blogs at: http: //annebrooke.blogspot.co.uk.)
Scarlet Joy
The rose I find
written in red
beneath the lattice
knows its own glory
and radiates the strength
of this dying sun
into a different life,
another story.