Kara Stonehouse


Small Jade


 Little hopes

burst like bubbles when I reach

to make them real.

A delightful shining thing when first conceived.     

A Perfect sphere

My desires reflected in soapsud tension             

Perfectly clear

-Pop!-    awwh!

-Pppa-    awwh!



Romeo and Juliet


That which to me is ‘bidden

Your love

Is my only wound and only dressing

That which, from you I bottle:

My Love

The only poison worth possessing.



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Sentinel Poetry (Online) #46

The International Journal of Poetry & Graphics...since 2002                  

ISSN 1479-425X

Editor: Amatoritsero Ede

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