• Roenhael commented on the post, crow 1 year, 5 months ago

    The crow falls from the sky and crashes to the earth. Deafening sound of a future unheard and undone.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word left 2 years, 11 months ago

    What is left of me? A name, some memories. The future that stretches on forever. The things I don’t control. A bird who once flew down to pick seeds from your open hand.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word edge 3 years ago

    The edge of a nightmare. he could feel it, in the fading consciousness of sleep. He tugged at it, seeking the memory. When the memory finally hit him, he wished he had left it well alone.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word port 3 years, 1 month ago

    Isabeau walked through the port, swaying her hips at the sailors that passed by. Of all of them, she picked him. He was handsome and he would make a good companion and fetch a good price when the time came to sell him. So she waved at him and she knew he would follow. Wherever [...]

  • Roenhael wrote about the word thread 3 years, 2 months ago

    My soul hangs on by a thread I’m a Recession woman, a 21st century woman I took a recess from my life I’m in a dead end job Pays the bills of a lost ambition The tears of an empty womb I disseminate my identity in my clothing Her hoodie, her spartans I escape into [...]

  • Roenhael wrote about the word step 3 years, 2 months ago

    I take a step towards you
    And you are gone
    An image.gone
    Into a smoke screen
    I am left confused
    Without you
    Nowhere to turn
    Nowhere to go.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word trophy 3 years, 3 months ago

    She was his trophy girl. He kept her in his flat, his brave little pledge with the powerful instincts. She was valuable, he always said. Valuable. That was the best compliment he’d ever paid her. He did not know what else to say. He had never been in love before, much less acknowledged it. He [...]

  • Roenhael wrote about the word smile 3 years, 4 months ago

    Your smile that does not come.
    I wait for it, into the hollow of my womb.
    I see your eyes, big wide blue eyes
    And the hint of a smile, of a laugh
    At the corner.
    I wait and nothing happens yet.

  • Forgetting the pain and rage, he lost himself in the game now, chanting as the little girl ran after him. She was close on his heels and he ran down the steps to the market place. In one jump, she landed against his back and both children went tumbling down into the dust

  • Roenhael wrote about the word remember 3 years, 4 months ago

    “Remember,” she said, “who I once was. I held all of your shadows into the palm of my hand and I was changed. Remember I have loved you for everything that was inside you. Remember I matched shadow for shadow and ray of light for ray of light. Remember that I, too, was your soulmate.”

  • Roenhael wrote about the word despair 3 years, 5 months ago

    Despair is only a step from hope, over the hair-thin line of it. I despaired for you so long; have I ever even hoped? I have wanted you until I ached and fell out of breath. I ran through the horizon rushing after the receding line, On and on and on, until time blurred the [...]

  • Roenhael wrote about the word torch 3 years, 5 months ago

    She carried a torch for him. A tiny flicker of a flame that she kept hidden in her heart, aware it would remain there lonely forever with her heart slowly freezing around it. A spark that can never die but blackens the flesh of the pounding toneless organ.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word booth 3 years, 5 months ago

    Sitting in the booth, she watched him, bewildered and disappointed. For the last 15 years she had remembered him fondly and now every word he said was tearing apart the ideal of the man she had thought him. As he spoke on, her cheeks were growing hot with the anger and shame of deception.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word thief 3 years, 5 months ago

    The thief of my soul, the thief of my light
    One touch and I was dead to my past
    One love and darkness invaded me
    My soul grows darker, my heart grows blacker
    Until nothing good is left in me.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word wrath 3 years, 5 months ago

    Ira, -ae, feminine. The wrath that cannot be appeased.
    Years and centuries and still, cause for anger.
    I harbour in my heart the wrath that cannot be appeased.
    Ira, -ae, feminine. Latin for wrath, a word for war.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word domestic 3 years, 5 months ago

    The warm feeling of the domestic cat sleeping on my lap. Ever so quiet, ever so ageless. She pets her own little brick-coloured nose and casts her lazy gaze upon me, two undecipherable orbs of emerald green.

  • Roenhael wrote about the word mole 3 years, 5 months ago

    The mole on her shoulder
    The slight brush of her hair
    The sunshine on her jawline
    The dark varnish on her toenails
    The skirt she wore on Sundays
    All gone with her into darkness

  • Roenhael wrote about the word tempted 3 years, 5 months ago

    Tempted by the void of darkness
    The cryptic hollow clarity of crystal
    Time stretching across horizons
    As the waves flow past my edges

  • Roenhael wrote about the word curious 3 years, 5 months ago

    The curious calls sounded in the silence
    And I listened longingly for the voice
    The one voice that can recall every other sound
    From the silence and darkness
    I learn to lie waiting for you

  • Long lay forgotten the unmarked grave.
    The Bean Sidhe’s song keening in the background.