Poetry Blogs (ice cold revenge)
Building a rockery
Robins’ nesting close
Stop work do not startle.
Stop for incoming worms
Love those birds.
Mouths to feed
Stopping with care and wonder.
Hen and Cock, working to ends
Chicks gaped ochre mouths
Cheeping, stop work, move away.
Worm after worm
Rock after rock.
Only rock is dead.
Lovers tiff, leaving permanently.
Friday 6th December 2013 3:19 pm
poem from my new book co written with Mel Grobler, link under my poem...Cyanide Footsteps, Arsenic Touch
Everything about you is toxic. Your lethal kiss at dawn ending my life in a moment. Your breath stagnant when you stand in my personal space.
The rasping assault on my eardrums when you shout at me, imploding my head. What of your arsenic touch, killing me by r...
Wednesday 9th January 2013 3:46 pm