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"Diana Prince Forever!"
Snob!
That's what my parents always called me with a smirk
But I wasn't
I was just different
The highlight of my week wasn't watching Knight Rider like the other boys
It was Wonder Woman
Imagining myself wearing her gold tiara and bracelets
Her lasso of truth
Spinning round and saving the world
Then going back to being normal Diana Prince
My older brother bought me Action Man
And ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:54 am
Beyond the Plastic Pole.
The landlord called this morning
Said that she could tell I just woke up. To call her back later.
The cold was different to me, this late morning
Hazy, paired with rain
Drizzled, Murky, Heavy air that swept through the knit of my hoodie.
The branches lay next to the garage in a consecutively non-organized fashion, taken back by hand a few times
To the old burning pile ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 4:50 pm
Invisible Shark Syndrome
When you look at the water
From the specific position of the diving board.
It stays still with the silence of god himself, unmoving despite the world continuing.
It was noon, and the lifeguard made a joke.
"Be careful, there's a shark in the water!"
I could see all the way down past the top of the water to the mid-blue circle spiral encompassing the 'deep bowl' of the pool.
I ...
Monday 16th October 2017 4:14 am
Girl in the Spotty Dress
Little girl in the spotty frock,
Did she love you then or not?
What did you do to make it change?
Why were you so very strange?
Why did you not do as you're told?
Always needed an extra scold.
Never behaved at home or school,
Always the one who acts the fool.
Never able to conform,
Always the one full of scorn.
Still the girl in the spotty frock?
Does...
Monday 3rd July 2017 3:30 pm
Caravan holiday
Away from the city
The town
It's 'nice' districts
And 'not so nice'
Is where I find you
And Dad
Even though you've been gone
For over a decade.
You'd rummage round the big market
in Fleetwood
Drink tea, coffee
Toasted teacakes
From a local cafe
Staffed by friendly ladies
With time on their hands
Got up to look like maids
In an old Victorian cou...
Sunday 21st May 2017 6:32 pm
Cousin
They lived their lives not too far apart
Both in age as well as distance
Born to families true and strong
Their days where filled with laughter
For him she was the sister he never had, he just forgot to tell her
At 21 they left their homes to make their way and somehow their contact faltered
Then one evening after a concert pure with joy
In a crowded station she spotted his f...
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:11 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
The Last Laugh
The Last Laugh
You got caught out once,
sitting on the top deck of the bus
and gripping the metal bar
that ran across the top
of the seat in front.
He was bragging to his mates
and, although you couldn’t see his face,
you could see the dirty straw hair
and the muck ingrained in his neck
and you imagined him winking.
He turned round slowly,
looked ...
Monday 8th May 2017 6:45 pm
Homeland
Far away.
Beyond Hills. Plains. Mountain's peaks.
Across far horizons.
Way far.
Is where I'm from.
My origin.
Distant. In time and space.
Unreachable solace-source.
Safety-craving yearns memory.
Evokes distance.
Inspires trance-thought flashback.
My homeland.
Filled with heart-sing reminiscence-provoking sights, sounds - the scent of security.
Sun-shining ...
Monday 1st May 2017 10:05 am
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
Letting you go.
When the sun shines, and the moon glistens, I talk to you. I hear the planes up ahead and wonder if it's you. I stay up all night, just because maybe one day you'll call text, email or just appear. But the day's end, summer comes and they grow longer. I wait more and I plead God to grant me this wish. Please, please, grant me my Mother. But day after day, family sways, nobody calls and i think its...
Friday 10th February 2017 7:56 pm
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