Moonshot

Moonshot Sally Dead pretty Madwoman Introduce your guide For the perplexed Broken Man Architect the demise of This Longer Body From the Bonus of Laughter Enjoy your cackling Amongst the attic of Unremarkable Stars Moonshot Sally Some Lady Displaced I created this poem from an exercise I did at a creative writing workshop I recently … Continue reading Moonshot

Bass Guitar

You beat, after the drums You strum, low and monotonous Like factory smoke spluttering You are background Hurtled into musical oblivion When a guitar begins Twangy and static and Unmoving and angry Like metal scaffolding The building site underneath The roaring arena Until you are isolated Then the melody emerges Which you were playing All … Continue reading Bass Guitar

Sister

Little sister/daughter/girlblack ringlets frame your faceand gap-toothed smile.Bundled up in pink/purple puffy coatslike melted marshmallowswe explore our garden/jungle/forestmittened hands clasped.Little ladybirdscurrying behind the treesyou gleefully begin our game ofpretendingto be spies/heroes/mermaidsbefore retiring for the dayinto our lilac sanctuary/roomgiggling into the night scribing bunk-bed messagesfor the future. Sister/daughter/womanblack ringlets frame your faceand pierced nose.Cross-legged and poised … Continue reading Sister

Our Vows Poem + Life update

Our Vows Put everything into wordspinging elastic bands at each other when we metordering pizza to survive the first night shiftnavigating the seas of an unexpected ten year gapdevouring your moody atmospheric musicleaving pillow notes the morning afterreminding you that you need to work lessstretching new love into long-distance livestravelling on crowded trains to reach … Continue reading Our Vows Poem + Life update

A Marriage

The question I cannot ask:what does that make me?The hinderance, the baggage,the uncategorised?Should I have guessed?There were hints over the yearsrivulets leading me to Heras I forced my way upstream back to Him. You came hometo me, wearing your surprise,your hair now long, gorgeouslyblonde, makeup better than mine.Is it selfish to cry? I don’t know.For … Continue reading A Marriage