Journey
Back on the #MastoPrompt trail. Journey Our mother would hurry us to bed Amidst the scent of bacon sandwiches The night before that long journey, Always at the same time… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
On My Own
On My Own as I read A Man Called Ove I stare at the emptiness that was you, And try to put you back together From bits of memory and… Continue Reading
Artisan
Her hands, Bony, veiny, strong, Have the arts of resurrection In them, those multiple Crafts of pleasure And spirit. She only uses pleasure in the Here and now, to bring… Continue Reading
Hollow
In her quieter moments, When her daily lovers are asleep Or she has cast them aside for The solitude she needs to cast Her spells on them and the World,… Continue Reading
Ricochet
The victims are unknown. No count. No names. No memorial. In the crossfire of politics, Everyone dies. The ricochet of careless words Cannot be calculated Nor predicted. The paths of… Continue Reading
Ragged
‘Your fingers are white,’ she said. ‘It’s cold outside,’ he said, leaned back In the new chair on the wood floor She’d polished the day before. ‘An irrelevance.’ He didn’t… Continue Reading
Compel
He still doesn’t know, Thirty-four years later, what Made him pick up the phone That say to call the eyes he Dreamed about, those green Lakes of vanishing, and ask… Continue Reading
celebration
celebration yesterday’s sunset in the rearview mirror framed between black clouds. this morning’s awakening in the dark, my lover breathing by my side. coffee. soggy fields and hard paths, and… Continue Reading
enclose
moved. wrap. console. the empty space. spaces. blank. vacant. nothing here. bones as sand. all that. white. is pause. wrap. no heart beat. dust. arms. stretched. open. empty. nothing to… Continue Reading
earsplitting
earsplitting: politicians’ rhetoric the right wing cacophony lying alternative facts main stream media red top headlines brexiters libertarians extremists fake news mute: the damned the innocent the dying R 20/11/2023… Continue Reading