Rodeo

Old Pal

A sugary tea,

So sweet to me

But what you didn’t see

Is how much you mean to me

Rebel Heart

Rebel hearts running through life

Growing apart.

Didn’t you know?

I was supposed to be your wife?

We used to dance home,

Under the Harvest Moon…

But our love didn’t blossom,

We’d gone too far, it was too soon…

Lives divided. Lightening strikes.

Now we’re just counting how many likes…

Where did you go Rebel Heart?

Our lives have been torn apart.

But you have my heart,

My big Rebel Heart…

I miss you x

Fairytale

Windows down

A couple in love

Birds flying high

From up above

We drive down the open road

Car packed to the load

I sit in the back

My lunch is packed

I watch mum and dad

The memories we’ve all had

Watching your parents

Through a child’s eyes

Dreaming of love

How times flies…

Dads & daughters

Summer Solstice

Decaf coffee and Ella Langley

I shed a tear

‘A toast to dad’ this solstice year

Solstice evening

A toast to dad

‘They’re not all bad love’

He reassures me…

“Where is his cowboy hat?”

I look puzzled

My heads all muddled

“You’ll figure is out”

My goodness, did I…

The power, the pain.

‘Why! “Why me?”

It’s always me :(

I loved all of them.

‘What on earth is going on?‘

“Keep your head straight love”

Fucking hell

Who do I tell?

Cowboys.

“Country Girl” I play on repeat.

Goodness knows, they’re all fucking cheats!

“Where have you been?” they say :)

“I found my cowgirl hat”

I have no idea, but I know I’m in danger.

“Country girl, better go back to your mama, she’ll take care of you”

Cowboys,

Rough Trade.

Back to London I go…

NO!

Summer solstice

A toast to dad.

I can feel again

Country boys…

“Now, where is his cowboy hat love?” ❤️

Cinders (Flowers & Boots 🌷)

Midnight.

Flowers hands me a pair of rodeo boots.

Glass ones.

If Cinderella was a cowgirl

Would she still be up at midnight?

Probably in a bar fight.

The irony.

‘Why are you being so nice to me?’ Cinders says

Flowers: ‘Because I’m one of the few people who really KNOWS who you are!’

Seven. Folklore.

The age I remember most clearly

She cries.

.Please don’t die,

not now, I’ve never been so low

back to hospital I go.

Cinderella wishes she had gone home at seven, but it’s more like eleven… minutes past midnight.

Bar fight.

Smash.

Crash.

Ten.

Also a good time to go home.

But where is home for Cinders?

My rodeo boots

They’re home…

Flowers reassures me,

‘They’re fragile, like you’

Ten. Years of frailty and fear

But home is finally near

with Flowers around

T.S. Is our sound :)

Midnight.

Flowers takes Cinders dancing

It’s you.

Under the neon lights,

No bar fights.

Midnight.

We go home, safely and sing.

Tears of joy.

‘Cinders, you’re a cowgirl @ heart’, says Flowers

Please don’t leave me

Not now, not ever. 🌷

Glass Boots & Flowers

My friend, Flowers

Much time has passed,

But our friendship lasts.

I need to give back

but it’s freedom I lack.

A gentle reminder of who I am,

In the middle of a crisis

Flowers holds my hand.

Flowers gifts me a pair of glass boots

In the Forest of Dreams,

I dance amongst the roots.

Flowers are my friends,

on them I gently lean,

My glass Cowgirl boots,

they sparkle and gleam 🌸