She Collector
What she collects for her youth: Old bones from the ring of graves that Marks the boundary of her inner sanctuary; Feathers, leaves, corpses of the animals Of the forest,… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: #MastoPrompt
Apocalypse
Fifteen minutes to the apocalypse. He’s been waiting for this, favourite Vinyl record on the turntable. He Locks his office door, sits down on His armchair exactly halfway between Each… Continue Reading
Always Running Behind
Patina To him, when she appeared each day Just before the sun came up, and woke Him with the gentlest of touches, a Hint of a scent, she appeared solid… Continue Reading
Those Songs
That weekend, we were thrown out of a pub For kissing long and hard, two skinny youngsters Having a good time despite the wrath of the world, And went out… Continue Reading
Growing Up
A long time past, in What to others would have been A palace, a boy roamed the corridors, Spoilt yet neglected, told he would be Someone, something, special, shown Ledgers… Continue Reading
No Dancing
This is the world now. A stunned silence. Lawlessness of lawmakers. There’s no dancing in the streets Because there’s nothing to celebrate, And how can anyone celebrate fear Except those… Continue Reading
sacred mountain
at the top of the sacred mountain the same shape as the cold which surrounds her she kneels on the sharp ice her hands flat against the serrated edges of… Continue Reading
Missing Teeth
He can’t afford a dentist to replace his Two missing front teeth middle-age Decay plucked from him. He talks, on His commuter train of anything but What he’s without, his… Continue Reading
Catching Up
Monday is always too hectic. Here are two poems. Catching up, and catching my breath. Dice The dice still roll. The big Man at the other end of This table… Continue Reading
This Measure
How to measure a moment? A sigh, a touch, a look, The feeling of lasting, A low mutter in mutual sleep, The scent of old bed sheets, A frozen slice… Continue Reading