Despite the hosing,
stems still cling to their cobwebs.
Strands draped between limbs,
threads quivering in a threat to untangle.
Roses grow thirsty again in a moment,
stripped out of their petals
heat caught up on their thorns.
A lessening, in want of more.
At the start of this year I was planning on which poetry events I wanted to go to in order to publicise my new collection ‘It’s All In The Blood‘. I managed a few local ones, and had a slot booked to perform at a Ludlow poetry night, right at the beginning of March. Then 2020 hit its stride in the UK.Continue reading “Trickle Down – Working On Writing During Lock-down”
Misfortune comes in sets of threes,
but recently I’ve lost count of the omens
darkening these skies.
Understanding is important,
but so is justice, and memory to carry change
past the span of sympathetic anger.
All power in this world is man-made,
the bricks still sticky with greased fingerprints.
We were supposed to know better.
She brings it in with her,
clung to the tip of her nose
and through her hair
so it’s blacker than night.
Strips out of her waterproofs
till she has shape.
risen high in her cheeks,
on the knuckles of her hands.
Reveals the desperation of it,
zips and openings.
Slid a caress down her neck
till she bears a collar of its touch.
Trails it deeper into the kitchen,
a song to sodden socked feet,
printing a vanishing trail
across the tiles.
When I thought about it
there was no memory of your name
being slipped to me.
Just the taste of it on my tongue
and a certainty for the syllables
chanted into my pillowcase
when my head found home
and I wished you there.
I had to delay getting across to the pub tonight, as I was taking part in another poetry event with some local poets from my neck of the woods. It was done through Zoom and streamed live to Facebook (not without hiccups). I’ve included the link below for anyone interested. It might be fun to try and set up a dVerse zoom night perhaps? I start reading around the 51 minute mark, however the video is a bit choppy and my inability to listen to myself without cringing, means I’m not 100% on what the audio is like.