She sleeps between my legs She sits atop my lap She follows me around Sometimes we take a nap She treats me as her idol Looks at me with loving eyes She totally adores me She’s a fraction of my size She’s the greatest of companions She never answers back She goes crazy when sheContinue reading “Effie”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
Fighting to remember
I am fighting to remember Spontaneous jaunts to exciting destinations Five joyful joyriders squashed into the confines of a bottle-green mini Flying along the M4 Just enough cash in our pockets to cover our share of petrol, any entrance fees plus those all important beers I am fighting to remember The liberty of waking upContinue reading “Fighting to remember”
Hot Days
It’s so hot, I think I’m melting The sun’s rays, they are pelting my skin, and almost smelting any metals that they touch The rain, it has gone missing and I find myself wishing that I could pass the hours fishing for someone, or simply kissing him full on the mouth – with tongues SoContinue reading “Hot Days”
Cake
There was a girl who wanted to have her cake and eat it At first the indulgence felt exciting She gorged on mouthful after mouthful. It still wasn’t enough but it left her feeling sickened With herself She quickly realised that the first, delectable slice would have satisfied her hunger If only she had savouredContinue reading “Cake”
Roundabouts
Let me tell you about the roundabouts You’ve never been anywhere quite like our town To connect you must go round not necessarily in a clockwise fashion We’re that town you see with our 5 spurred monster You must’ve seen the picture Wheels waltzing Weaving this way and that Constantly in motion Where drifters arriveContinue reading “Roundabouts”
When I was a girl
When I was a girl, and I talked about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I would state that I wanted to be a mechanic like my uncle I don’t know why I went off the idea but I didn’t pursue it at that time Girls didn’t become mechanics In my freetimeContinue reading “When I was a girl”
The boy who tasted of cigarettes
One afternoon, when I was thirteen I caught the attention of an older boy who tasted of rolled up cigarettes as he paraded himself around the listless playground in a shellsuit top interwoven with the sharp stench of his BO He asked if I would be his girlfriend I was curious, so agreed and me,Continue reading “The boy who tasted of cigarettes”
Look at me
I’m hyponotised I’m mesmerised can’t draw my eyes away. A magnetism, unsurpassed. Pulling me closer and closer to the cold water’s edge. So close, I could slip and fall in eternally contented to die in the well of my own charms. For I am the daughter of Narcissus With such talent and prowess Can’t youContinue reading “Look at me”
Mental maths
The timer counted back and the minutes rolled forwards When stopped, I’d quickly do the maths Never erring never once getting it wrong For I have always been adept at mental arithmatic. Imagine my embarrassment when after the buzzer had gone my brain (fleetingly) became jelly-like. Three plus five plus seven now made a million.
Carparks
In my not-working hours I sit in carparks Taking in the view of different makes and models bought with vastly different budgets by all kinds of people going about their business While I play chauffeur My unpaid role – facilitator of the interests of my loved ones.
Poetry for Dullards 