Tag: poem

Waking Up Sick

Waking Up Sick Every sniffle and cough is the same: “Is this it? Have I caught it Should I isolate?” But until now, Symptoms didn’t quite match Today was different My foible is An over sensitive nose Driving my guts to distraction With the… Continue Reading “Waking Up Sick”

Reaching into Twilight

I’m not watering the plants I’m reaching out into twilight Touching the dusk Not dusting; dusking Swimming in impossible blue Under the wary red eye Of Mars Silhouette trees a startling shadow play Against spreading spilt ink Dripping like the water From my tiny… Continue Reading “Reaching into Twilight”

New poem for my Patrons

A little look at how the fair folk’s influence seems to have sunk its teeth into modern politics. …we learned to hang iron, throw salt, leave out butter and cream… Don’t you want the clink clank of gold…? This poem is available in full… Continue Reading “New poem for my Patrons”

Daytime

I go to bed in daytime now The night is so passé The songbirds are my lullaby The sunrise lights my way To sleep, perchance to dream, I hope Though not of recent times Of angst and shopping trips gone mad Of social distance… Continue Reading “Daytime”

Kinda Good

There’s a page on the Internet Says your stuff’ll go missing Sharp things underfoot Pens and tacks and pins Favourite earrings Special trinkets Bills and dockets Gone for good But I know That sometimes a lost item Is simply lost Misplaced Forgotten Because humans… Continue Reading “Kinda Good”

NaPoWriMo Day 22: NaPoWriMo Blues

I got behind… again I got distracted… again There was other stuff going on… again Like last year When I didn’t finish And the year before When I barely finished So why This year of all years When there is more reason than ever… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 22: NaPoWriMo Blues”

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Lockdown Blues

It almost seems Pathetic To complain When we have a roof A house Money coming in- less, mind So much less And no help from on high Thanks to creeping criteria And tape not so much red As blue-blood coloured Fuck the Tories Fuck… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 21: Lockdown Blues”

NaPoWriMo Day 20: Stallion Moon

My nine year old wrote Of the pale moon gracefully Riding stallion clouds.   I begged him for it That magical phrase, just to Say how proud I am.

NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass

Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral? We’re playing twenty questions And the boy can’t quite figure out If glass is one of the three Or none One or none Or some of all It’s mineral I say, without thinking But then I do think… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass”

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes

Crawling out of swamps Dripping metaphors Like similes That sear the skin Scream off Siren wails and Black eyes pierce The bard’s heart A bobbing larynx Gulping at tightness In throat. Waiting with a lute, Waiting to write of fear Instead, song upon song… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes”