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Superstition
Superstition
imagine 6 kids
walking hand in hand
two by two
four girls
two boys
behind Ma.
We sing out loud
'Step on a crack,
break your mother's back'.
We joy fully avoid
still hand in hand
the pavement cracks.
Ma turns and says
'You all shut up'
and we do.
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Wednesday 14th August 2019 4:21 pm
Startingblocks
Starting Blocks
I was born in nineteen forty four
When black and white films were the norm
And the black and white bloody world war
Was in the last bloody phase of its storm.
But what does a babe know of such things?
A mother's breast is all that it cares.
Her steady gaze to bask in,
Her voice to soothe its tears.
As child I saw the bomb torn sites,
...Wednesday 5th June 2019 9:55 am
I Think This Means I'm An Adult Now
I realized today that realizing my dreams
Means very, very different things
Than when I was young and in my head
and there was glory and fame and awards
The older I get the more I feel
that Jimmy was right and hearts are hard to find
and that those up top are as human as me
And with their advantages come other things
That get in the way of what I have
I want to hold it...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 11:50 pm
The Close
Grey bin days
Ash spilling
Sparking
From beneath
Buckled
Loose-fitting metal lids
Carried back- breakingly
To the monstrous wagon
Limping it’s way
Around the close
Like a club-footed relic
Behind the chipped
Leaded glass of number thirteen
A terrible gargoylian face
Pressed up close
Stares out
Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:00 pm
My boys
Who knew such joy before they were born
Who knew the joy they'd bring
As an only child no knowledge of this sibling thing
But life with my two boys became my greatest experience
Brought me endless days of pure joy
They're so close, so different, so very much alike, the very best of friends
My best times ever are when we're all together
Just sitting, eating and chatting, natu...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 7:36 pm
Brother
What mistake can you make that I haven't already?
Seen.
Done.
Forfeited.
Worn.
Your horizon's my pleasure to roll back.
Wonder at my knowledge.
Self-gained.
Now shared.
Steps taken.
Taken once.
And I show you.
Teach you.
The way.
You step solid here.
Lean on this.
Grow.
Into you.
I see you.
Hear you.
Know you ask th...
Thursday 11th May 2017 8:50 pm
Formby
In Formby it never ever rains
Playground all summer long my early days
Playtime was forever then and there
Crowded caravan crammed with joy
Quick splash of water on the face
Dressing quickly, combed through hair
Breakfast rushed on happy faces
Checking windows for neighbour friends
Are they up, are they ready
And off we charge into seaside light
Yesterday's plans r...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 6:31 pm
Young
We are not a metaphor.
Although, we have met before
I was a shy girl with bright blue eyes and you were a brown haired boy who played guitar on the bus
We grew up and grew together, inseparable
Unaware of what to call what we were, what we had
This was back when childhood was innocent and we still weren't sure how to kiss
Lips, mouths, necks, hands
We figured t...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 9:27 pm
Wallflowers
The music begins again.
You wallflowers who came
with the dance in mind
and empty hands to hold—
skulking along the fringe,
afraid to join in,
but more afraid to leave.
She comes.
You wither at her gaze,
hoping, not hoping
she is looking at you;
Would it mean more?
A joke, a fluke, a trick,
or perhaps a friend—
If you don’t see
will she leave?
Wallflower dancer
shaking and jiv...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:52 pm
Growing Up
A colouring book becomes Facebook.
A tweet isn’t the sound from a bird.
Mobile devices hold us hostage
to high definition
when ambitions are blurred.
Light up trainers become stilettos
that shush insecurities
and tightly crush toes
,flashing in the strobe lights
of newly found adventure,
that makes us drunk on
possibilities and hope.
But dazzled by choice,
dazed by possibility,
we be...
Monday 29th August 2016 2:45 pm
I Know why the Youngster Sings.
The night blossoms
as Charlemagne reaches
through the speakers
of the dusty Crosley cruiser.
Guitars rattle the shutters
of turmoil ridden hearts
and release the inner song.
The vinyl spins.
Troubles crackle
and burn as Catfish
and bottle men
cackle and dance
around the fire in our souls.
They pacify our wandering minds
through headphones
and late night strolls.
In the cold,...
Sunday 14th August 2016 5:51 pm
Forever
Tuesday 5th July 2016 11:28 pm
Love
I want to be alone,
but only within my family.
I want to to teach you
but only with him too.
I want to help myself
but only if you help me.
I want to be confident
but only if you are there.
I want to be creative
but only if you allow me.
I want to be a parent
but only if I’m parented.
I want to be an adult
but only if I can be a child.
I want to feel emotions
but only if you hold me...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 3:26 pm
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