Poetry Blogs (parenthood)
Straddling a life between town and country,
I remember you once stood on a snake.
You never saw it as we were shouting,
Until you moved and it slithered away.
Once you walked into a concrete column,
As I told you to hurry and catch up.
But you were focused and a little solemn,
Just searching for green anoles close up.
So many times you fell into a pond,
And I had to pull...
Thursday 4th April 2019 3:46 pm
I see the opening of your mind's eye,
glittering like a starry sky.
Asking yourself, how high?
The iron will that says, I try.
Go my darling, you'll fly.
Full of joy, I cry.
The apple of your father's eye.
Wednesday 10th October 2018 11:16 pm
At nine o'clock your day begins
but I've been up since six
cleaning clothes and scrubbing floors
mushing up your Weetabix
I have to empty all the bins
and wash the dishes up
then I come and bathe you
you're such a mucky pup
clothes hanging on the wardrobe
prepared the night before
I dress you and I feed you
then I clean your mess once more
I put the TV on for you
but I never get a cha...
Friday 24th August 2018 10:33 am
Where's the fucking rizlas man?
I just need a fucking smoke
to take the edge of
starting with just one almighty toke
this week's been shit. I have to say
today's been much the same
let's smoke 'til I can't see her face
and can't recall their names
she said that I'm an addict yeah
what does she fucking know?
A few pills every weekend
and a little bit of blow
a spliff for breakfast every...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 9:34 pm
I found a picture of you in my arms,
Sleeping securely, safe from harm,
As you knew it, anyway.
Your trust for me was complete,
You wanted for nothing
And thought of my love only
As often as a bird thinks of sky.
You didn’t yet know people
Can go away or even die.
I know how things changed,
But I can’t bear to think of it.
I picture you now, with your love
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:43 pm
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,
Monday 29th August 2016 2:45 pm
Switch off the TV’s
Cover their ears
Wrap them in cotton wool
Drink all their tears
Drown them in fairy tales
Sing them sweet songs
Take them to places
The bad don’t belong
Bathe them in sunshine
Shower them with love
Serve them their childhood
Wearing kid gloves.
Thursday 24th March 2016 3:07 pm
I sang my teenage son to sleep last night
for my benefit,
bathing in his confidence
he enjoyed my song
I love his music
but cannot play it
I remembered when we used to talk about 'Next Baby'
and then didn't
seems half my stupid life ago
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we used to toss whole crusts
to the geese at the water park,
to watch them play 'geese rugby'
under softly singing powe...
Thursday 18th April 2013 10:20 pm
I am the oldest of four girls,
And four girls can be a crowd.
Time alone with Mother was the stuff of wishes.
One morning I awoke early and realized:
My sisters are still asleep!
There was a faint rattle of cutlery.
And Mummy is down in the kitchen by herself!
I slithered out of bed and crept down the stairs
Masterfully negotiating the squeaks
Sunday 5th February 2012 6:14 pm