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summer’s arms
New Book/Old Books
I am hard at work on a new volume of poetry that will be available to you all later in the year. Until then, if you enjoy the work you read on this page, I have several books available for purchase via the link. So if the fancy takes you, please visit my store and take your pick. Not only will you recieve a beautifully printed book that you will be able to pick up and read at any time, you will be supporting an independent writer. The world is a difficult place for anyone trying to stay independent in any industry, so by buying just one book you are truly supporting me in the best way possible. It helps me fund future projects and really means the world to me. I am not really a salesman so this comes as a slightly alien thing to me. But those are the perils of being independent. Thank you for reading this and taking an interest in my work. Every comment, share or like means the world to me. Till next time. Take care.
Phil
Poem from Poetrybox Volume I (Trees, Autumn)
As some of you know I have been hard at work on a series of three poetry books. This is a recording I made of my poem Trees, Autumn from Volume 1 I have no news as of yet when this first volume will be available, but as soon as I do I will share with you all.
Second draft finished
Other than my sunny ramblings around the North of Yorkshire, I have been working on a series of new books. Just finished the second draft of the first volume tonight. And it has a new title… 
First draft of poetrybox vol I complete 18.04.2015
It’s been a productive day… As well as cooking a Thai Green curry for my folks and myself I have finished the first draft of the first volume of the Poetrybox series! I am very happy with it! I hope to have more news soon… Until then, here’s a screen shot of one of the poems. 
my work today…
Amnesia
Tracing the outline of the mountains,
The snow-topped trees with my finger,
Feeling winter thaw away;
Imprints and passports are rights of passage here.
Tumbling through leaves, the feathered bird
Flutters and falls, catching the cold air
Like frozen lakes in your dreams.
The hard ground recalls a winter howl
And the ages of Alexandra beckon you back –
Back to a time when you were king,
And she, once a scarlet fever upon your brow,
Is now the queen of your heart.
But kings are selfish beasts,
Burdening the heart of such delicate birds,
And they, in their lust forget bones are brittle
And hearts do break, and queens are still princesses underneath.
Handle your love like a flightless bird,
Offering your hand to sit and catch a fall
Or a slip upon the icy world.
Be not a king, be a boy, and she shall forever be your girl.
© Phillip Mellor 2015
This Is Who We Are
This is who you’ve always been,
The wind between the branches;
Bright blossom in the fields of spring;
The moon’s low light at night.
The echo ‘tween the tall top trees
And the skyscrapers dancing.
Within the silent sighs of the breathing sea
Your home is where you love.
And this, this has always been the place,
Next to the lake and the mountain side;
By the sea and the forest free
Is where your heart resides.
Love, love is just a way to be,
A beating heart in time;
And I, I have always been yours
And you have always been mine.
Phillip Mellor 2015
Roads Across The Sea
We stretch our arms out to reach the borders,
Over water and under sky we catch the breeze.
I place my heart lightly on your dreams,
To see if it melts, to see how it feels
For just one lifetime to love and be loved
Without hesitation, without resignation.
If there was a road over the sea,
I would walk to you, my love,
Counting each step like a mantra,
Feeling the salty water beneath my soles.
And I know you would be there waiting,
My queen, my little raven wrapped in ebon robes.
Phillip Mellor 2015
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