It’s a holiday No more flying economy It’s a villa in the sun It’s my resignation letter The door flung open to something better It’s always having fun It’s the for sale sign outside this old house It’s the keys to a country pile It’s no more Ford fiesta It’s not quite a private jet,Continue reading “Scratch card”
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The yellow day
A yellow day when all previous had been red A door half open awaiting a shove Not knowing if there would be another yellow day the opportunity to take a gamble and muster all my brave On this determined and important yellow day I pick at the fear sewn fast upon my sleeve Loosening theContinue reading “The yellow day”
Getting on a bit
I’ve got a moustache If it were November and I were of another gender I could gain a few sponsors I can’t see too well either I simply cannot focus Or read without donning My expensive varifocals I’ve got permanent aches knees, back or hip My hair is getting thinner as my hormone levels dipContinue reading “Getting on a bit”
Random Haikus
Open your spell book With a swift wave of your wand Banish your old self Into outta space Went Keith one terrible day Farewell Firestarter Build a sandcastle Shape it with great love and care for the waves to smash
Easter moods of a menopausal Hockey Mum
Light traffic on fast roads Dazzling sunshine, a welcome fresh breeze Touching the picture-perfect landscape Fields, hills, brooks, trees An Easter jaunt For the non-religious Worshipping sport Not too sacrilegious Living on nerves I really ought not to Racked up too many miles And so much money gone through So much of my life SatContinue reading “Easter moods of a menopausal Hockey Mum”
Mother
It’s impossible to put into words the meaning of my mother Where would I even start? Words are so small so insignificant too easily ignored to merit the task To demonstrate the importance of her To explain the essentiality of life guided by the one who bore me, raised me, formed me into the shapeContinue reading “Mother”
Nails
He holds my fingers steady Whilst the electric file rotates Stripping away the evidence of The person I chose to be last month The glittering gold ends The glamourous red The film star look for locked up nights In blankets, staring at the TV And blocking out the cold. The days are stretching still PotentiallyContinue reading “Nails”
For love I let you go
I wrote this in response to a poem that I had the privilege to watch Lemn Sissay recite last Thursday. If you haven’t read his work, I would certainly recommend that you do so. So here it is… For love I let you go So you would have things I could never provide I wouldContinue reading “For love I let you go”
Fish
Time swam like a fish all blurred lines and go-faster stripes Even dull drawn-out days disappeared in clumps Those days of headaches and eyes strained from staring hour upon hour at obnoxious screens You’d think they’d drag! Wouldn’t you? But no, the brakes on life had jammed and so they all just whizzed on pastContinue reading “Fish”
The happy sad step.
The emotion-shaping balance board often given a wide berth capable of such destruction poor self worth enormous hurt depression and revoltion a reality check such tension or the long-awaited jolt needed to trigger revolution If you’re willing to let it guide you not abuse you spur you on allow the figures to seduce you intoContinue reading “The happy sad step.”
Poetry for Dullards 