What was all the weeping for? The endless tears over you, what did they do but drown me? The anger, like a swarm of bees, who sting before they d...Read more
Sarah Tate

Hi! My name is Sarah. I'm a poet from the North of the UK who writes about healing and nature and both.
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I sowed the pomegranate's seeds, which he gave me, when we dwelt in that half-life of shadows, together. One, to gift me back my pride. Two, to a...Read more
He owned three translations of the Iliad, and he read them all. He didn't read them dutifully. He read them avidly. He read them with his soul. Sittin...Read more
You make me feel like moonshine, and snow crystals in clear skies, and bonfire sparks on a dark night. You make me feel like the wait's over and t...Read more
Though my sea still craves your shore, I do not read your poems any more. Your metaphors are forming and reforming and I don't know what for. I ...Read more