Naomi Bowe : Writing

void

void

A Poem by Naomi Bowe


I called for you but there was nothing thereLooked around and saw nothing but airThe void a gaping maw of blackened emptinessI gazed into the infinite..
airspace

airspace

A Poem by Naomi Bowe


you might think we can flybut i warned youi am turbulence
baptism

baptism

A Poem by Naomi Bowe


i was broken glass on the flooruntil you picked up the piecesand made a stained glass windowin a cathedral to your name
viceroy phoenixes

viceroy phoenixes

A Poem by Naomi Bowe


This society is obsessed with love, true loveAnd yet not enough know what it is.Some think they knowSome will never knowWe raise it up highHoisting it..