MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

cold grey stone

cold grey stone

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


cold grey stoneshe delicately wove a tale for the echoes in the churchyardbecause the sounds that words of love makeas they flutter on the cold grey s..
mothers milk

mothers milk

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she picked at the guitar strings without much heart and as the long night wearied into dawnher song changedthe confines of this run down mill of the m..
twilight eyes

twilight eyes

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a hurricane was treading on the world around ussounded like it was gonna come apart at the seamsbut all i could see or hear was youas you held my hand..
the devil rides the dread

the devil rides the dread

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her scarred lip held a songit was a hard song moving like a candle on the dusty roadrestless in the bitter windfeel it in your dry mouth like the tast..
who

who

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


this place in the thin track of woodsbehind a shopping centera boulder and the bare beaten ground around itlittered with beer cans and pizza boxesa gi..
smoke and fire

smoke and fire

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


smoke and firethe smoke spurned the fire and rose to fleebut she approached with her own deeper heatlike oil and water her thoughts and dreamsburn wit..
rain is a companion to no man

rain is a companion to no man

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a thirsty soul suspended over the waters of this heartland like some kind of symbolic sacrifice to the lesser demigods she is wearing a hippy skirt an..
quarrel with the sun

quarrel with the sun

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


had no quarrel with the sunhave no bitter bread leavened at the worlds hearthno trail of blood and bone no stone flung at heavens hoping to dislodgefo..
savage of the night

savage of the night

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


living a charmed existence in the shade of the seaward palm treebut a telltale whisperer in hearts depth sends doubters and scaremongerslike skulking ..
a simple song from the heart

a simple song from the heart

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a simple song from the hearta soft turn of hearts silently spoken phrasethat brings the soul back to yesterdaywhen rich sunlight fell in quiet afterno..