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 🌸