Poetry Blog by Heart of Lead
Big Sal on Rusting Self-Image (Fri, 9 Nov 2018 12:11 pm)
Big Sal on The Plague Doctor (Sat, 20 Oct 2018 12:47 am)
I talked to myself all the time,
But then myself answered in reply.
And now she’s here, with me, always
For I invited something too strong,
Now we are lost and now we are scared,
Now we fight for control.
You talked to yourself all the time,
Until I talked back
Monday 3rd December 2018 6:08 am
I had a belief in myself,
I thought I knew where I stood
But spend enough time talking to one who believes otherwise…
The words twist and drive into my heart until doubt creeps,
And the snakes who slept awaken and open lidless eyes
“Who am I?” I must scream into the darkness
The silence answers back with a laugh.
“You are the sum of your failures, dear child. Own up to it.”...
Friday 9th November 2018 4:25 am
Cold and stormy are her eyes,
Light is her darting tongue.
And I break when she cries,
Forever old, forever young.
She dances like a grey fairy,
Void of colour, full of light.
My heart becomes the grave to bury
A silver knife hidden from sight.
She flits and flies and steals
A kiss from the lips of all,
Prances away in heavy heels
She is my tragic downfall.
Saturday 20th October 2018 10:33 pm
Mask to mask the scent of death
Bird of prey and herb filled breath
Heavy steps and heavy leather cloak
Solid in form and passing like smoke
Through a city brought to its knees
To fight back ever impending disease
To cure or to count the dying and dead
In desperate hopes to halt the spread
Hired by all to serve rich and poor
Hear him knocking on every door
Cane in han...
Friday 19th October 2018 9:55 pm