The Echoes poetry competition to celebrate Write Out Loud's 20th anniversary is now open.  Judged by Neil Astley.

Competition closes in 55 days, 18 hours. Get details and Enter.

Shredded

We'd made love as usual

A heavy night in the sack

After breakfast I told her

I was never coming back

 

Inexplicable the only word

Why so drastic a measure?

What impulse drove me to

Quit a house of pleasure?

 

A bitter taste in my mind?

Neurosis bending my head?

Maybe the new marmalade

Made my psyche see red

 

She'd always been restless

The place in a state of flux

Changing rugs and mirrors

Lights and bathroom ducks

 

I preferred the status quo

Reassurance, regularity

She was chatelaine, did it

Hurt my sense of parity?

 

Yet she owned the house

It was her due to be boss

Me, I was just the lodger

A rolling stone with moss

 

Yet I'survived it for so long

Things were terrific in bed

I'll never know why I walked

Over that jar of Silver Shred

🌷(4)

shreddedmarmaladeneurosispsychefluxstatus quo

◄ Fusion

Photos ►

Comments

No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message