Poetry Blog by Christine Renshaw
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Thursday 23rd August 2018 12:11 pm
In the dead of night she waits and wonders
What if ........
What if she was to pick up his sweat soaked pillow
And place it firmly over his pig like features
As the creatures she conjures up in her silent imagination
Come forth and lend a hand
Thursday 16th August 2018 9:39 pm
Have you ever communed with a tree?
The essence of all
Mother earths rich gift
Used your eyes, studied her bark, roots, canopy.
Noticed her position in the forest family
A watcher of the woods or an infant in the glade
Full sun or partial shade
Colour, shape, size, branches, leaves can all be studied
But have you ever looked deeper.
Looked beyond, felt her fears, dreams...
Tuesday 14th August 2018 10:58 am
The armchair of oblivion is her best friend
It comforts her.
its softness soothes the hardest moments.
Dependable, always there to catch her on the dark days when her length shortens.
It just fits, like an old pair of dependable slippers
Whilst friend’s features silently murmur “pull yourself together”
She sits tucked up tight in the armchair of oblivion that never judges
Tuesday 7th August 2018 10:37 am
When it’s time you will know
You will feel it
That is all
Don’t resist it
Just allow it and let it go
Its time because you feel it, you just know
So peacefully let it go
Thursday 5th July 2018 12:07 pm
Pissing up the wall
“My missile is bigger than yours” said the idiot to the fool
Dangling their digits for all the world to see
Reminiscent of schoolboys competing
To see how far they could send their pee
Throwing threats and insults on twitter and giving it large
Who the fuck put these petulant children in charge
Putting the’ dick’ into dictators
While we sit back as mere ...
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 12:22 pm
In a warehouse, in a cage a child sits
Clinging to her only comfort a blanket of foil
And whilst we all recoil
at the horror on display
Theresa May declares although it’s not ok
She will wait and chat in her special friend’s ear.... only when he is here
Whilst umbilical cords of family ties
Are severed bleeding out amid cries ..............................
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 12:03 pm
The Town That Never Was
A Victorian scheme that at the time seemed like a dream come true
Perched on high cliffs she looks out over the North Sea
Reminising about plans for a seaside town that would never be
Her peak forming the south cheek of the bay
Providing a pinnacle of splendour along the rugged Cleveland Way
Her railway track now just a cinder there and back crunch of dis...
Monday 2nd July 2018 5:24 pm