Matthew Faul on Torture
8 hours ago
Autumn leaves, skipping
Up the old apples and pears
To her wintry rest.
Monday 7th November 2022 1:12 pm
“Don’t get caught, he’ll fuckin’ kill yer!”
Emerald green and ruby red
Jewels just out of your reach
Treasures in the strawberry bed
“He’s got a dog with vicious fangs!”
Black as coal we watch him prowl
He snarls and gnashes foaming jaws
And scares us with his hellhound growl.
“Bide yer time and take yer chances!”
Remaining hidden behind th...
Monday 13th April 2020 2:58 pm
This poem carries faint echoes of winter in a Mediterranean climate, in this case the South West of Western Australia; limpid skies, stormclouds threatening, people in overcoats walking hastily. Rather like an English summer, I would have thought!
And Now I'm Old
And now I'm old as softening apples
left forgotten on a sideboard
after a windy day,
the murmur of the evening room...
Thursday 19th October 2017 11:09 am
bought from a shop
outfits and make-up
sweets for teeth
spend spend spend
penny fades dangling on a string
creek in your neck
apples bobbing in a bowl
drowning for fun
scary stories in the dark
cheap as f*** night.
words and ffoto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 1st November 2016 11:15 am