Welcome to the website for RME Thornhill
This site is under construction. Links to short stories and tasters of novels will appear soon.
RME Thornhill is a new author and poet based in Bristol, UK. Born in Sussex in 1980, he has lived all over the South of England. He went to school in the Medway Towns and University in Bristol. His portfolio consists of two novels (The World Forgetting & The World Forgot, Black Water Lullabies), one novella (The Teddy Bear Requiem), a short story collection and a selection of poetry.
Poems are also available on the RME Thornhill facebook page.
For all enquiries please contact
firstname.lastname@example.org Nova (Everything is going to be okay) Last of the candles extinguished Grief in my lungs, swam like a dollarfish Scent of your neck on a pillow Every cell in me wanted to follow In to that dark, the last unknown To the realm beyond thought nerve skin tooth bone My rage was a river I wept Your voice was a hymn that played while I slept With empty eyes I watched a snail Fragile yet stubborn, resolved to survive With plum-coloured nose I inhaled, Rich bracken perfume, the wet grass alive I smiled at an owl gliding by I felt you with me, heard words you would say I peered at the vast inky sky And found a new star was guiding my way
Purity (June '09) The clock with knives for hands Bought for a song, bought for a joke On the first day of Autumn From the place by the tree With the woman who smiled Sadly at children The clock with knives for hands That never hung straight On the wall in the kitchen With plates piled high and Roses, gathered on the table By ashtrays full of photos The clock with knives for hands That never kept time, or ticked Or tocked, Just sat on the wall, Like a door holds a lock Like a butterfly trapped in a box
Seven Days (Feb '09) On the first day you glistened and glowed, breathed warmth in to me while outside it snowed On the second day you smiled and shone, lit up the dark world I felt like I'd won On the third day you shimmered with love, while the bright sun smiled at us from above On the forth day you laughed at my name, took pleasure from this and made me ashamed On the fifth day you faltered and stared, your eyes turned to stone your smile disappeared On the sixth day we argued and fought, you raged and shouted while shelter I sought On the last day with tears in our eyes, we burned all our past and said our goodbyes