Going Out
Soak
in bath,
shave legs smooth.
Clean
teeth, cream
face and body. Continue reading “Going Out”
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Going Out
Soak
in bath,
shave legs smooth.
Clean
teeth, cream
face and body. Continue reading “Going Out”
NaPoWriMo Day 29. Penultimate day, can’t give up now – there is an end in sight. Today’s poem is called Listen
Listen
Listen
There are ghosts scratching at the door,
bleeding through the walls
and rising through the floorboards.
Weary bodies press against the window.
Cold air streams through the keyhole
wrapping itself around you.
Icy lips rest against your ear and whisper
Catch life,
Catch it while you can:
Soon it will be gone.
NaPoWriMo Day 24 and today’s poem is called This is how we bond.
This is how we bond.
The first time we meet
I notice your lips and eyes
crease into a smile,
your shoulders are loose,
your palms open and Continue reading “This is how we bond”
NaPoWriMo Day 10 and I’m a bit of a roll. Surely this has cured my writers block? Today’s poem is again stream of consciousness: it seemed the right way to go with this one.
I appear to have drunk a little too much
I am an empty husk harvested too
early the night is still fresh but I am
spent there are faces across the table that look
familiar their mouths open and close too fast for
me to catch the blah blahs that effortlessly roll Continue reading “I appear to have drunk a little too much”
Day 5 and yet another instalment of NaPoWriMo.
Pressing the flesh
“Lesson one
Get out there;
be visible;
look ‘em in the eye;
flash ‘em a smile;
press the flesh.” Continue reading “Pressing The Flesh”
“My mother sometimes loved me” he says, “well that is to say she loved me when it suited her. She was not an affectionate woman, not affectionate at all. As a matter of fact she could be quite unkind.”
“I’m sorry to hear that” I reply, “mothers should always be kind to their children.”
“Yes you would think so wouldn’t you?” His lips part to form something more akin to a grimace than a smile.
I search for phrases, conversational pieces suitable for such a candid revelation. “Was your childhood very unhappy?”
“Oh no” he says “not at all. It was mostly very pleasant. I didn’t know any different you see. I thought everyone’s mother gave kisses as treats to be earned. “
“A mother’s love is usually unconditional” I say.
“Yes apparently so. Still, I had the last laugh” he lets out a sly chuckle. “She’s dead now.”
“Oh dear.”
He claps his hands and rubs them together with glee. “Shall we have some dessert? The Death By Chocolate looks exquisite don’t you think?”
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. Continue reading “Tremors”