Their voices are soft and belled.
I feel that I’m stuck inside.
I’m absolutely unshelled
and wide-closed-eyed.
My voice is a tongue of these bells.
It chimes. It’s echoed by walls.
And every one of my fibres and cells
Are blithesome, free-willed thralls.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018
Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)
Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.
We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*
If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.
* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018
A pendulum sways
directly overhead.
Celestial ways
are rutted by a feather-edged tread.
A pendulum sways.
Something is amiss.
A white feather glides
down, into the abyss…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
I look at you.
I smell a rat.
Your familiar coo
And your skin is matt.
Hallelujah is in your voice
And this smell is my biggest hardship.
It looks like I have no choice.
I again stand on this airstrip.
I look at you.
I smell a rat.
My thoughts are a clew.
Bryan Adams sings… Drat!
It’s time to pay my invoice.
It’s time to break this grip.
Love loves to love love.
Do you love Joyce?
I see how you’re touching your lip…
I look at you.
You smell like a rat!
All this makes me spew.
I take up my gat.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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