Primula Goldworthy : Writing

The Red Shows

The Red Shows

A Poem by Primula Goldworthy


Drip, drop.Drip, drop.It falls.Falls with surprise.Falls with pain.Can be seen everywhere.To the low of the ground.To the high of the sky.All of this ..
Cinderella's Dream

Cinderella's Dream

A Poem by Primula Goldworthy


"Come to me, my dear.For a day is ahead of us being together.""Oh yes."It happens everyday.Every night.I get to meet a male.Who makes me happy.Who mak..
The Laughing

The Laughing

A Poem by Primula Goldworthy


I'm in a room with many. Actually, a few not many.Silenced fills the room.Except for the clicks of computersAnd sweeps of the broom.There is one. One ..
Wandering You

Wandering You

A Poem by Primula Goldworthy


Wandering, wandering all through the field.Seeing the flowers that can be a shield.Frolicking through them like no tomorrow.As they fill your heart wi..
My Own World

My Own World

A Poem by Primula Goldworthy


There is a place.A place unknown.That stands there and all alone. Not visible to many.Onlyto a few.That might include either me or you.Where anything ..