It was begging for a flask of tea.
Some friendly grief to ease
pomp and fallacy,
Not another curtsey, criss-cross
2am Catholic duty.
It was dying for some hot and sweet;
warm to whet collective whistle,
char to shuffle,
not like cards,
the Queen of Hearts in Carroll’s hand.
No rabbit, black, plucked from hats...
Tuesday 20th September 2022 9:44 am
directly proportional to
And I thought
gotten back to you
got enough money to spend
got a car
feelings for me
a passport assertive sentence?
Did he really use
birds to send messages
the USS Missouri in Battleship
Friday 9th September 2022 11:17 am
a ‘resting bitch face’.
is the face
of a woman who has done a full day’s work.
She’s tired, doesn’t need your little smirks
or daft asides so just be quiet.
After work, she fetched food, made tea,
washed up, watched TV, fell asleep.
Her electricity is steep.
She’s back to Sunday baths,
one day a week to keep clean
with a strip ...
Thursday 26th May 2022 11:45 am
but I am on the path to spiritual enlightenment.
I am supported, square, girdled by self-care
and the knowledge that the now is ever-present.
I am centred, level, and I never give an inch
to unbalanced or irrational aggression.
But I would really like to write a ranty rhyme.
Perhaps an incandescent ballad, a vicious villanelle,
enraged acrostic or a livid limerick....
Thursday 3rd March 2022 1:24 pm
No one could believe that our sun was really gone.
Was it us? Something that we did, or hadn’t done?
We felt numb. Then rage
against the dying of the light.
Facing endless night we tried to conjure it with candlelight,
but tallow only goes a certain way and that’s down.
We fell to the ground in despair
where we stayed, thinking
morning wouldn’t come
so we’d better...
Thursday 3rd February 2022 11:09 am