Cracks In the Light

Unspoken secrets, coveted, shared.
Time that bends like sunflowers
turning their faces towards rays of radiance.
Words of love trickling
from my lips…
Rain shatters on the ground
as I turn to you
and pull you into my embrace…
Love remembered.
Shadows of the forbidden torn away
like waves crashing on the shore,
darkness receding leaving, banished,
sparkling seashells in their wake.
The longing moon flirting with a
chandelier of stars as the peaceful feeling
of safety ensconces me as it emanates
from your arms.
Grains of stardust catch the moonfire
a whisper, a kiss,
until you and I become lost
fallen into the cracks in the light.

• Valentyna Holloway

Mariska Karto Photography

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Stained Glass

Brushes dipped
in a soul of colours
a cornucopia of shaded swirls
grace the canvas

—  the light reflects —

Glistening beams of the moon
bursting light
on forbidden shadows
untamed love.

— draw me in —

Immersed in love
in the space between heartbearts
fragmented thoughts of you
pulse.

— closer, pull me closer —

Unedited non-disposable blooms
slipping from lucid illusions—
reality shattered
by hard-wired memories.

— don’t let the darkness in —

In the ether,
beyond here,
beyond the dreams

— there, right there —

Beyond this reality
lies another
where the constraints
are lifted

— where love lives —

And somewhere between
the cracks
the flowers
begin to bloom again

• Valentyna Holloway

Classic by Mike Pavlovsky Photography

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Moonlight Serenade

On the elegant edge of a serrated blade

releasing fear,

doubt,

confusion,

drawing down magic like a

stardust covered curtain.

Embracing the velvet soulful sound

of spinning stars

as an errant comet

slips by in the night like a mysterious lover.

Gracious wisps of stardust

float through the obsidian night

dipping their fingers through

the blackness leaving sequins in their wake.

Gliding fingers across a cosmic keyboard

the moon impatiently hangs in the sky,

her polished pearlescent gleam shimmers

unaware of her own reflection.

Patiently she waits,

looking for her suitor

to draw her into his embrace…

Her only understanding

of Safe.

• Valentyna Holloway

A.M.Lorek Photography

 

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Reminiscence

The wind brushes the ocean waves, the water cold,

unlike the warmth of steps once trodden.

Sea birds calling across the surf, evoking thoughts

of love letters, salt-water tangles, and pristine sand.

Somehow everything felt different.

Sandcastles washed away, pulled into the tide

as the seashells scraped the shore, the scent of jasmine

striking notes in the air, punctuating the passage

of time.

Fragments of a melody wind through heart-strings.

An ache in fingers that still reach to be held, the

need never greater yet hesitant to be fulfilled

as lips meant to be brushed with kisses whisper

words of lost prayer in reverent honour.

The first time was just as beautiful as the last.

The touch of smooth glass and a velvet ribbon

of hope falls freely unwinding emotion

that scratched deeper than the surface

and remains encapsulated in raindrops.

Memories worn in the reminiscence of old perfume bottles.

• Valentyna Holloway

Vitaliy Timkiv Photography

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I Warned You

I warned You,

for me You were something precious,

something holy.

 

I warned You,

pick the fragments of my heart

out of the wasteland,

singe your fingers in the pieces

scattered among smoldering embers

and I would worship You.

 

I warned You, somewhere

between the sacred and profane

I would steal Your heart

in prayerful salvation.

 

I warned You

one touch,

one kiss, and

You would become my religion.

 

I warned You.

 

—Valentyna Holloway

 

The Ripped Notebook Series

 

Photo, mine.
Photo art by Aria Gardiner-Lorde

 

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Reminiscence

The wind brushes the ocean waves, the water cold,
unlike the warmth of steps once trodden.
Sea birds calling across the surf, evoking thoughts
of love letters, salt-water tangles, and pristine sand.

 

Somehow everything felt different.

 

Sandcastles washed away, pulled into the tide
as the seashells scraped the shore, the scent of jasmine
striking notes in the air, punctuating the passage
of time.

 

Fragments of a melody wind through heart-strings.

 

An ache in fingers that still reach to be held, the
need never greater yet hesitant to be fulfilled
as lips meant to be brushed with kisses whisper
words of lost prayer in reverent honour.

 

The first time was just as beautiful as the last.

 

The touch of smooth glass and a velvet ribbon
of hope falls freely unwinding emotion
that scratched deeper than the surface
and remains encapsulated in raindrops.

 

Memories worn in the reminiscence of old perfume bottles.

 

• Valentyna Holloway

 

The Ripped Notebook Series

 

Vitaliy Timkiv Photography

 

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Leap Of Faith

All I believe —

The words left

Carelessly unspoken

Wrapped around heartbeats

Like roses blooming through thorns

My left hand tangles with yours

The right strokes your cheek

Your eyes lock with mine
Our lips brush

Desire leaps

And I whisper:

“Take me home.”

 

—Valentyna Holloway

 

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