Swaddle me safe
in a velvet green pod
Rocked into sleep
by the fins of the cod
Massage my brow
with your flipper of fur
Keep me safe
from hunger and war
Published in Crannog, Ireland 2003
Swaddle me safe
in a velvet green pod
Rocked into sleep
by the fins of the cod
Massage my brow
with your flipper of fur
Keep me safe
from hunger and war
Published in Crannog, Ireland 2003
summer reflects
my dissatisfaction
with life
empty heat
shimmers
and
disappears into
emptiness
dry apparitions
mock my
dusty heart
and scatter
hollow
parched
aspersions
on my
limping
pulse
do you want me to care
do you notice i’m there
running up your street
knowing we might meet
i’ve been yearning so long
can this feeling be wrong
i don’t want to say
in case you turn away
’cause i am floating on you
yes i am floating on you
what will happen to me
will these words set me free
from this lover’s curse
scenes that i rehearse
round and round in my head
driving me from my bed
sanity you call
but you’re no help at all
for i am floating on you
yes i am floating on you
convince me
you don’t have to say a word to
convince me
there ain’t one i haven’t heard
either way
you’re okay
in my world
oh, believe me
your music sends me wild
when i hear you
i’m as reckless as a child
sing to me
bring to me
this ecstasy
i am haunted by you
night and day
at your feet
my heart i lay
oh, hopeless
is the nature of this love
for you will never
know the things i’m dreaming of
still i’ll stay
hooked this way
on your world
sticky biscuits
coat my fingers
licking quickly
jam exquisite
lips crumb coated
frisky spittle
dribble into
collar crevice
chin
oozing charm
these sugar pleasants
disappear
too quickly
tempting presents
soon grins
history
beneath the limpid light
I face the world alone
regarding our lost love
in memory etched like stone
the seat of our dependence
too often left unsaid
the call for independence
left soggy in the bed
where did we lose in this
A union of the mind
A century of doubt
A hidden set of lines
emerge to show a reason
to cope with joys and tears
an artificial verdict
that says it’s truth not fears
Am I……………
A retrospective gaze
reveals the danger zones
conditioned cliches ring
the bells of own to own
how did our understanding
of love and thoughts we shared
succumb to leafless friendship
and visions thus impaired
A stark and windswept mind
is left to muse in flight
passions of our days
divisions of our nights
I’m blown to secret corners
then left on a hill bare
A power is surging in me
I’m free to everywhere
Am I……………
Siorse held the bag of Saturdays and Sundays tightly
She was now Supreme Monarch of the weekend!
She looked neither left nor right when she crossed the roads..
Who would dare demolish an institution?
It had proved more difficult than expected
to collect them
Once they had been so isolated from the week days
now there was much less distinction
Still, she had been able to supplant them
successfully with
a button
A skilfull and swift interchange
From now on she would use all her patience and wit,
buoyed by her new social status
to monitor their occasional
day release
First published in Crannog
I plugged it in
I turned it on
I couldn’t thunk
where I went wrong
It couldn’t go
It wouldn’t work
It made me felt
an awful gherk
I scratched a bit
I looked at book
In vain I poked
for my mistook
I bashed it in
I shook it hard
I swore its name
electric b*st*rd
I gave it up
It won I lost
And loudly it
in bin I tossed
silence slithers over me
silk to my skin
the warm coat of your company
disintegrated
this mercury dip
your replacement
First published as a prize winning entry in the British Red Cross ‘International Day of the Disappeared’ Creative Writing Competition, 2012
dry shrivelled
leaves crackle
as they
hit the hard ground
drought-aged confetti
murdered
by a harsh
hot wind
do they have regrets?
do they pine for lost love?
do they rage, in their death spin, of wasted days?
completely withered
they have surely cried
all possible tears
I am
one
of them
strewn
a useless object
on a heartless earth
alone
but joining a cast of millions
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