Poetry Blogs (2018, mask)
She wears sneakers and
Uses the back streets
Dark alleys cover her tracks.
Its like the days of
Prohibition only without the
Tommy guns and as
The first bit in any book on
Demand and supply and
They're crying out for her
Services the price is steep.
She sees a police car but it
Zooms off, a false alarm,
This is nerve-racking but a buzz and
Tuesday 19th May 2020 11:54 am
Battle-hardened Sister Yvonne
Double-checking mask, visor, gown
Consultants, relied on her to pin-point
Gaps in their armoury.
If anyone was safe from patients
After her shift last night she
Clocked off and
Walking to her car
Got hit by a taxi taking home a patient.
Reliable to the end
She did not troubl...
Sunday 17th May 2020 12:50 pm
They'd seen each other on the
Tube, followed day after day by glances and
Hesitant smiles and he'd meant to
Make his move
Break the ice but then came
Now he's mobile again, wondering if
She'll sense the smile beneath his mask
But there's no sign of her
Is she scared to emerge, furloughed or God forbid, sick?
Will he see her again?
Last night he watched T...
Friday 15th May 2020 11:35 am
Did old Polly really drop her
Mentholated into my pram or
Was I too young to remember?
If so, why the link with Farley's rusks?
Later, one student summer
At the discount store in the market
I nicked a gross of tins and
It took three weeks to flush away the contents
Without my mother knowing and
One night I gave it a go and sneezed like a trooper yet
It did the trick f...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 11:30 am
The following piece is a snippet from Buzzin Bards Manchester Poetry Anthology, submissions are still open at: https://www.localgemspoetrypress.com/buzzin-bards-poetry-anthology.html
While you’re too busy being two-faced
I’ve got one face with many layers.
Take me at face value, or take a detour,
reforged, like Ant Man upon my deep pores.
Tryna get 1UP, that’s a weak score...
Friday 2nd August 2019 11:47 am
I feel dead inside
I can no longer hide
For so long I've lied
I promise, I truly tried,
But today is the day that I died.
Monday 18th June 2018 3:19 pm
The mask has fallen.
Like glass it has shattered into tiny pieces,
Never to be repaired again.
Every piece representing a lie behind the truth,
A secret that was thought to be better off hidden.
True light revealed itself today.
Shining bright like never before,
Exposing all the darkness nearby.
The shadows disappeared,
The ghosts all fled,
Yet you showed your fa...
Saturday 3rd June 2017 2:01 am
How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’?
A facade shared, it would seem,
by the majority of the human race.
Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask
lies a truth too long and painful to explain
no matter how oft you care to ask.
How long before the cracks become too wide
to conceal with powders and creams
and the crimson smile starts to slide.
Tuesday 9th June 2015 10:49 am