simple pleasures of sitting on a river bank with friends, dangling toes in the water
This came from reading my Mslexia earlier today and my mind being intrigued by triolets which is a poem set out as follows
Currents gently, insistently tugging me further downwards to the cavernous gloom where I cannot see or feel.
leaving dreams behind
Kevin Bacon on the TV screen, slowly removing the white bandages unveiling the void beneath… “Can we talk?”
(inspired by the lyric video for Hammock “The Night You Caught Fire”
Graveyard roses. I planted some for you. They bloom brighter and sweeter with each passing year.
Be here now in the moment.
Enveloped by the blanket of poverty.
Not warm, comforting, safe … but smothering and itchy
Woven from worry wool.
Jaffa was jostled / squished in the pack / he wanted some space / not a poke in the back He wriggled a bit / he wraggled a lot / the wrapping gave way / he was off like a shot Rolled over the table / stopped short at the edge / bet you just thought / he would fall off...
Four rows of pristine schoolboys waited for their instructor to arrive. Smart in their suits and ties they bantered among each other raucously. "So did you see that girl cleaning the cafeteria? What a pig-face." "Yeah, I heard she has two moms, I mean what the fuck? I...
Hayley’s a pretty but mischievous girl With a cheeky wee smile And a saucy wee curl. But she’d crayon her name On the living room wall. Or leave muddy footprints all over the hall. Her mother would shout In a voice of despair. Then Hayley would sulk And pretend not to...