noise as a memory

from across the landing,

the adults hullabaloo's

came in loud,competing,spat-out paragraphs

not  in their usual golden sentences,now worn thin and curse fashioned


a soulless,sourness,needing to have been swallowed

by their snarling,growling,hissing mouths,

there and then,instead of instigating enough collateral

to last the whole family a lifetime

and of which,I was the epicentre


profanely weaned off the honey,that dripped so comfortably, long ago,

from Mothers tongue

beside being armour stripped,of Dad's defensive advice,

now deemed less than superficial.


Two,self destructive reputations,became nothing,

but a heap of throwaway's 

of which,I was one.

A victim,of simmering human flaws

to be inherited,by my blood,my bones.


◄ Angel

think.....WIDE BERTH! ►


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Rose Casserley

Mon 26th Sep 2016 13:14

spot on Harry.Thanks Suki.


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Harry O'Neill

Sun 25th Sep 2016 16:01

This reminds me of something Graham wrote some time ago about the effect of an (altered?) noise in giving the ominous indication of some form of family has a similar feel of strangeness - or crisis.

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