Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



Those days, when nothing disturbed
The quietness of holy hours, except
For us, were wrapped in the speed
Of an empty motorway, the verges
Blurred beyond the windows.
We skipped past the police car at
A hundred and twenty-five as it
Stopped behind a burned-out wreck
In the middle lane, and your neck
Was a sharp contour against the
Twisted metal, and I wanted you
More than ever before.

R, 02/01/2023 10:52

Today’s prompt was #neck.

We spent a lovely afternoon with C yesterday. As a family, we’re missing each other and missing the togetherness of Christmas. One idea is that we plan ahead and all 6 of us meet at a given weekend (when diaries allow). We all hope it will happen, and realise all 6 of us need to make the effort to make it happen.

Today, M is working, and I’m wading my way through lots of admin (Performing Rights Society; tax return; preparation for the launch of my January single on 6th January). All fun and games.

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