I have long since lost my innocence, but how did it occur? Was it way back in the ominous autumn of 1982 As I thrilled to Michael Jackson on MTV Morphing into a werewolf and later a zombie Requiring 4 decades to build the courage to sleep with the light off Or perhaps it wentContinue reading “Innocence Lost”
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Bed
On the first night I arrived in your home,I nervously embraced you,Learning the contours of the body you seem to feel so ashamed of.Moulding myself to your soft beautiful curves,Every day, I feel anger at the mirror that distorts them in your eyes Ever since that night I have supported youAbsorbed the pressure and stressContinue reading “Bed”
Ways to say I love you
“Good morning” “How’s it going?” “Been up to much?” “How’s you?” “If you get bored, then message me” “Have fun!” “I see” “Might do” “Have a good time” “Catch you later” “Take care” “Be good” THUMBS UP “I’m feeling bored” “I’ve got the horn” “You going to the pub?” A thousand inane comments Or sillyContinue reading “Ways to say I love you”
Squally Day
Clouds move as buffalo in a racing herd In between we spy fleeting glimpses of the bright blue plane Whilst neurotic aerials rock violently Back and forth Just one knock away from picking up the razor and slicing deep into their veins. Cheetah-like bin men sprint, chasing down their prey some triumphantly ensnaring it inContinue reading “Squally Day”
The Gift
I watch a lot of Spanish and European TV and film. They always seem to be a bit more saucy than our standard British fare. The naughty scenes portray more hunger, are more graphic and seem more urgent. That kind of inspired this poem. It’s not a topic I usually write about, nonetheless, I amContinue reading “The Gift”
And breathe
Placing my foot on the familiar path as I step out of my front door I feel the first, juicy spots of rain smarting on my cheeks With my usual tight schedule I have no option but to continue even with the rain (another activity turned chore!) As I walk, I breathe one, two, one,Continue reading “And breathe”
The wrong remedy
Today, I went to Costa where I treated myself to the most expensive drink on the menu because it was free. I was feeling flat and hoped that this tiny extravagance would lift my flagging spirits. It didn’t! It was quite tasty though.
First Kiss
The sizzle of popping candy, A thousand electric eels The bubbles in my cola, Pebbles crunching under heels The crackling of breakfast cereals Popping cinders on the fire Kernels dancing in the saucepan Volts surging through the wire The fizzing, swimming bath-bomb, The wind stirring the trees The satiating burst of bubble wrap The rustleContinue reading “First Kiss”
The floor
inspired by Edip Cansever’s poem ‘The table’ A woman full of dreams and occasional insecurities comes homeShe spills the contents of her bag upon the floorBook in one hand, she removes her scarf with the other and places them both on the floor tooShe adds the joy of the movie that she shared last nightContinue reading “The floor”
Lost
I am not me I went out one day And found that I had lost myself But where? I failed to notice. There was no sudden change Or pin-pointed moment of awareness of its misplacement Did it fall out of my pocket? Slip out with an exhalation of breath? There was no abrupt instant ofContinue reading “Lost”
