This month's poem was chosen by Winston Plowes, last months winner.

Winston says, "Dave takles an unsavoury subject with great skill here. He uses rhyme and raw observations to bring the reader inside the scene he describes. Since its posting this poem has always been with me.".

Find out more about Dave and his work at http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/davedunn

Excess Memories

I awoke to silhouettes of images long suppressed
Those which rose from their internment within grey depths
Flickering with hesitance as from draft blown oil lamps
Wound round with broken elements of sad irrelevance

A bathroom strewn with her damp towels and brushes
The muddled aromas of jasmine and retching assaulting us
Long hair held back by my then firm hands during gasping
That came between her bouts of drink fuelled choking

Tear stained cheeks and serial sorrys during her guilty glances

At a man she then barely knew who tried to overwrite
Jaundiced views of men gained from events afore that night
Shaking from exhaustion as dryness came to end that spell
Face bathed with flannel and water to freshen her well

Seeing her safely settled on the sofa in adjacent room
Window allowing a glimpse of near full moon
That seemed to drift though it could but be the clouds
Saying 'are you ok now' as she still moaned aloud

Bowl placed within reach of out flung arm
Saying I'll be off then you'll be safe from harm
Wondering what was the event that lead to that excess
Feeling slightly guilty at leaving such a ghastly mess