He’d built a life’s path brick by brick
Held together by sand and stick
It rivalled her wall of crumbling stone
They stood together completely alone
She felt she knew him all of his life
But couldn’t understand the edge of the knife
Sharpened by resistance, ready to slice
the red thread between them, not once but twice
Once in dreams...
Sunday 30th December 2012 9:41 am
Have you ever been so in love with a machine it hurts?
I am. The reason?
Lada cars especially Riva estate cars with square spotlamps in the grill.
What a beautifully proportioned machine,
each line in the right place.
Utilitarian design and poetical looks, filling my soul with joy.
Yes I feel happiness when I see a Lada car.
It makes my day and I ...
Wednesday 26th December 2012 1:36 pm
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Sunday 23rd December 2012 5:38 pm
Never expect but always must anticipate
Children now asleep, I am freshly bathed
His fantasy diverting to an eager soliloquy
raps my door delicately
Dutifully agitated into dazed acquiescence
He thrusts me forward, a quickening zealous
One hand over mouth, other girdles my belly
then politely assaults me
I turn on kettl...
Sunday 23rd December 2012 10:23 am
The longest night,
The shortest day
The 22nd of December.
The Sun turns into another way
Putting more warmth into the amber,
Into the humans hearts that pray
For love, for peace, for happiness,
For Merry Christmas!
The 22nd of December!
The Sun has got its own reasons
To differentiate the seasons.
And Jesus Christ birth
On our b...
Saturday 22nd December 2012 1:07 pm
Who is that man
always parked next to us
When we meet early evening
He sits in his seat
Pretending to read a newspaper
While we create mischief
In the back of your car
Who is that woman
Who works in the café
Always friendly and curious
She asked us once
“What we were doing here so late?”
How could we reply
Who are those...
Sunday 16th December 2012 10:56 am
If only I could have a little madness
to release me from these stories.
Are you my sanity and my truth?
From a sin to a beginning
I continue devoted to endure
role of poetess and the whore
Could I, and did I
really write you into my life?
© Katy Hughes 2012
Saturday 8th December 2012 9:13 am
We blend into each other’s colours
begging serpent’s curiosity of insidious skin.
Sullen hand removed, reveals scars in their beauty
motherhood replaced by conjured virgin within
Love’s chameleon tongues a hedonism
anxious lips kiss curved ribs appled in eye
pole dancing a Jacob’s ladder of debauchery
“Don’t move” you cry, and I’m flung far and wide
Sunday 2nd December 2012 10:36 am