Sophie : Writing

Roof of the Ritz

Roof of the Ritz

A Poem by Sophie


It was a first. Outside the landscape lay dirty, drenched, white. We walked, the world seeping into our boots, our laughter spilling over: honey ..
Quill Scratch

Quill Scratch

A Poem by Sophie


Where have the monks gone? I can't hear the scratch of quills in my ear. Where are the priests that brought me the scrolls? My eyes lie frozen on..
Neighbours

Neighbours

A Poem by Sophie


Neighbours Hidden in the silence of surrender Your love disappeared. Little white circles That dance around, a jig my mind remembers. My hands a..
Seasons

Seasons

A Poem by Sophie


There are no seasons, no April mornings with dew-dipped roses waiting to be shaved, no August heat with summer dresses wafting in the non-existe..