Authorz: Marietjie Lavelle

Let the games begin: choose your weapon now. A ton of building bricks, a fistful of silvery moon dust or should we play pick-up-sticks? Slap…

I beg you my love, make use of a template, a pattern used to weave intricate designs that will stand the test of time, to…

Tippy toeing around the home, can’t you see it is a clone of days long gone by? Lets give it another try, for we shall…

Our love is like scrambled eggs beaten for a scrumptious brunch. Some days we have to beg, very often we last till lunch. Our love…

Die, I say to you! New buds are made when resting. Go under cover!

Dappled Past shady life Heart filled with deceitful Thoughts dubious ambiguous Two toned.

Jy fluister jou bekende leuens You whisper your familiar lies in my uitgehongerde ore. into my ravenous ears. Jou droë lippe, soos die vere van…

My petit pois! Four peas in a pod, you the youngest. Spunky; my tiniest bird in the nest. One winter’s day you flew away to…

Snip, snap, cut, released from a murky past. Birth water gushed, carried me on a river of new life. I am born anew, I have…

Bright carpet of leaves laid by gentle winds of change over my trembling body.

Out of chaos comes a dancing wave, a rustling flow of wind bringing fresh, new breath, broken up into smaller wavelets frolicking to its heart’s…

Some tips for those empty moments when it is not yet late and you want to create with a medium that is not set in…

Forever planted on a solid base, animal prostrate on a rock. Battered and fisted relentlessly and rhythmically below a waning moon. Never to move today…

For you I want to paint a Renoir! A picture to expose your emotions, reveal the music in your voice, mix the aromas permeating you,…

When I enter your room in the government retirement home, I find you sitting in the same chair, reading the same book, as when I…

Where foreign blue gum trees feel unwanted and historic shells mixed with sea sand is the soil for my mothers’ garden, where the tarred streets…

My sleep filled body waits enveloped in a perfumed pocket for you to return from sojourns to the Milky Way. My heart bounces with fear…

If I was left where I was found when I landed with a shout; If I could have stayed just the same as when I…

Your attacks: rat-a-tat-tat, an empty gun releasing blanks, a barrage of useless words. Empty barrels, barren mouths. Billowing smoke from a gaping wound where long…

Your anger, a lance stuck in my side Not deep enough to please your wrath. My name tastes bitter and sweet alike: A bitch, an…