This morning I was reading about the style of writing that Bowie was so fond of a few years ago – you know, the one where he cut up words from his own diaries & used them to build songs. I thought I’d give it a go with a poem but, slight problem, I haven’tContinue reading “The Bowie School of Writing/ A Modern Romance”
Category Archives: My Poetry
The beginning and end of a relationship
Beginnings A nymph skips lightly across my heart Painting it golden In effect it leaves me breathless Can this be love? Shit Sold on the false economy of your promises I believed you were true. Hooked on the desire for honesty I told myself that you were the one The one The one who… ThenContinue reading “The beginning and end of a relationship”
Andy
Andy’s great. He’s the man to call when you have an electrical fault. If the toilet’s flooded or the sink’s blocked, Andy’s your man. Decorating? He’s there with his paintbrush faster than you can say “Dulux Tailor Made Colour.”
Tremors
I ask again “Is it too late?” She looks at me but she’s not looking at me. Eyes, swollen levees, hold back the floods. Dark circles frame dewy lashes, sleep a long forgotten luxury.
Ice Maiden
His eyes pierce. Drawn by his force I am locked. Blanket arms Wrap around me And I warm.
Troll
Squinty eyes stare at me accusingly. Flaring nostrils convey my presence is unpalatable. Never mind that I have as much right to be here as she. I am an unwelcome invader. Like a misers purse Open only when necessary She forces lips apart to dispense a few sour words. “You’ll have to wait”Continue reading “Troll”
Hazel Ward 