There is something strangely soul-for-filling about lighting candles. In churches, we use them to remember those we have lost. They take our prayers with them up the wandering path of heaven.


Hey¬†guys, it’s Katherine. This is another poem, this one a little bit suggestive. It is about a courtesan and her many lovers, but instead of making it scandalous or demonising the behaviour, I wanted to show it more elegantly. It is based on one of the characters I created a while ago and she has since changed a lot, but I felt this particular poem was supposed to be shared.