End Of The Garden #DVersePoets

There are no apples left for picking,

only leaves caught up in the sunlight

and a slow breeze passing through.

Back between my molars sticks a pip

that my tongue cannot pry loose

no matter the shapes it twists,

the times it risks my bite.

A sparrow in the branches sings,

tells me there are more trees,

more apples,

but they are behind walls, and gates,

and men with bright black guns.

They tell people which trees are good,

which ones are bad.

It doesn’t matter about the apples so much,

it’s more about the hands.


Tonight Beasts Broke Loose #DVersePoets

Tonight beasts broke loose

and rose up roaring,

their bright comet backs

bleeding light from spectating stars

trembling between each other,

thankful for the distance.

Close at hand we drew curtains,

played peekaboo

with things we’d thought buried.

Only real if we see them.



To Town #WeekendWritingPrompt

She call them lollygagger,

adjusted the folds of her scarf,

let them watch her fingers

trace the sweep of her collarbone

like a wink

but not an invitation.


Clutched at the other hand

with smaller, damp digits

unsure eyes flickered from her

to the jackal-backed boys

circling their cigarettes,

tongues dragging across their teeth.


Nothing to be afraid of dear.




Blood Always Comes With Birth #WeekendWritingPrompt

How even when we whispered it

there was someone shushing

our small mouths

with calloused fingers.

Pressing the words back inside

as if they were Ouranos

horror struck but what we birthed

in those terrible, unspeakable words.

Filling our bellies

with ideas we were not allowed

to give life to.

Until we burst from the ineffable

and held it screaming

before their faces.

Made them look

at what we’d made.



‘A Love Sonnet For The Collective He’ – DVerse Poets Form Challenge

I pretended not to hate you last night,

knees pressed into your pelvis like stone fists,

your cold, clever lips there against my wrist

with promises you would make things alright

once the morning at last brought home some light

and you could show me why we must persist,

how without you, I would barely exist,

and why it was pointless for me to fight.

But I kept count of those lies and those kisses.

every feathered touch up, along my ire,

and each time I should have taken your tongue

when your arrogance stoked up this fire

and told me I did not have strength to rise

when you were the one crawling all along.


Bjorn is hosting the first Poetry Form night of at the DVerse Poets Pub and he’s picked an old fling to throw up as the first challenge. While I played with sonnets years ago, I went off them in the same way I went off most fixed form poetry. However, anyone who’s been around this blog for the last few days will know that I’m trying to dip my toe back into that particular poetry pool so I was going to give this a fair shot.

One hour later I have what I hope is a presentable sonnet that goes against the assumption that sonnets are all about love. I wanted to give this old form a modern, feminist twist.

It deserves a little shaking up after all that twisting the rhyme scheme had me doing.

If you fancy joining in the form fun then click the badge above to check out Bjorn’s post and also to find the rest of the brave poets taking on sonnets for the evening.

Best of luck and I hope you enjoy.