Zia Doyle

I wrote something.

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

flat on my back
a mother tongue slurs
snakes slow to unfurl
my daughter nurses
a frothing cup
in a kitchen swollen
with memory & visitors
stirs the eyes, braiding
the strands, torc-gold
a gilded page,
thick of psalms
something to speak of
when I'm gone

#vss365 #mother

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

wind tussles
a squabble of birds
the sky's intermission

#haiku

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

she sulked & wriggled
by a mere whisper
he anchored her down
laughter undulating
as if underwater
pummeling against her ear
an armchair, lurching
legs manacled
seated & restless
brief eye-contact
a deadfall, scratching
a marble surface
tiny dimples
#vss365 #deadfall

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

@_NatalieWould I have enough banes, thank you very much.

[Joshwelt @weltszzn]

Red onions are clearly fcking purple 😑

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

The mother forgot to prune the willow tree last season. A bough jerked upward in agitation. At the tip, a bud fuzzed into yellow spikes.

The neighbour was loitering in her vision. His gaze was twitchy yet he was rooted in place.

Smirking. Drinking his tea.

#vss365 #mother

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

only my rebellious & decaying body can hurt me now.

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

two poppies thrust up
wild longings, the distance
of a body between
rigid & bracing
unbreakable, still
a gust of wind
pauses the quiver of
an arch
beneath the underfoot
unbroken, still
another step
a seagull, in contortion
i collect roadkill & wildflowers
& maneuver them

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

read like biblical passages
she opens up her
little book of horrors
as traffic slinks by
in a languorous stretch
five o'clock news
a car crash
she imagines
the whine of steel,
a pink shoelace
as a child screeches
at her father
before drifting off to sleep

#vss365 #horror

[zac @vomit_induction]

ignoring the issue

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

a gentle, bustling mind
goings-on, opening & closing
of drawers cradling
a miscellaneous life
voices wafting through
cracks of windows
chirps hammering out
a song, a domesticated
melody of whistling debris
an old composition
whims & flights

#vss365 #cradle

[redbicycle @redbicycle1]

Half life
Of feelings
Is forever

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

bone-hard glances
a cup of tea clenched
voices daub the silence
incessant hearsay
amidst flouncing movements
tucking a shirt in
a hand gestures
jutting, pecking
similar mannersims and habits
for new nests
a valise knocks about
goodbyes boomerang
for evermore

#vss365

[𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 @throatholding]

Woke as a complicated contradiction again.

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

#art #doodles

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

a new relection materialiszes
a twig erect from the cold
towel bristling against skin
like a hedgehog
arms hugged into a quivering ball
tea-tree oil steams & billows
from the shower, mouth agape
fingering through condensation
calling the child, evermore

#vss365 #evermore

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

sanding aloft, rough
hewn limbs sway
as if uprooting itself
to greet her with a firm,
wooden handshake
red erupts
shaking as if rinsing
its leaves from a downpour
sauntering over, with
thoughts prickling
sap runs down
wiping a single tear
she waits for him evermore

#vss365

[Zia Doyle @ziadoyle]

in motion
small talk hung
limp & blustery

#haiku #photography

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

The trioooo😭❤