One about self harming mirroring life, one about love, one about childhood, one about feeling like you can’t cope, one about enjoying small things as life is short and one about misogyny and the Pendle witches.
As you do.😂
Cant be arsed finding loads of stock images tonight. To tart each one up like drizzle on a fucking cake. Not been that kind of week, frankly.
So just have one picture. I took it last summer when I landed in a hot air balloon in a field near York. I love the patterns the disruption made. The messy hair of it. The bending drag of beauty. The detail.
Scab
.
Today, I picked a scab
Despite it having almost healed
Air had dried it, stemmed the tide
And there it sat
Lumpy purple crocodile
Same colour as the Raleigh
I had when I was five
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Something made me disturb it
Not sure what
A wish for scarlet ribbon
Or rush of real feeling
Observe my own sabotage
From a fortress
.
I notice the lace of old scars
Lilac flaws that lap my flesh
Like tropical fish in dusky pink coves
Then there are the tawny crescent moons
Grazing on the silver ghosts of pennies
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I think of all the times
I was punctured, injured
Uglied by others
And myself
The times blood surfaced me
A pooling raspberry alarm clock
Screaming to be heard
The way it peddled fast and hard
Rubies on a bicycle
Only to gather itself up
Like puckering lips
Blending back into skin
Unhurried banjos
Finding the way home again
Pages of corn submitting to wind
.
So many times,
I worked my fingers
As enemy soldiers
Destroying my own progress
Kept seeing the same red, raging rivers
Familiar dangers greeting me
Knocking me down like jolly farm dogs
Bounding towards my comfy slippers
Toppling
I heal, peel
Look for the lesson
Will I ever learn it?
Anyone’s guess
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Coffee
.
For a few brief months, I know you loved me
Felt it bold as morning coffee
I bathed in clouds, I walked on air
Sunbeams nestled in my hair
The rush of passion like green shoots
Pink blossom pulsing for new fruit
The luck of ladybirds and bees
The poise of butterflies on breeze
Walking down the lane, I’d sing
Of all I hoped for, that first Spring
Make up songs of you and me
Our cliff top house beside the sea
Walks in the woods, breakfast in bed
Your chest a pillow for my head
Pressing flowers to save their summer
Staving off that first December
Now coffees’s cold, the chance has gone
My charm grew old, and you moved on
Funny, I stopped taking sugar
And every cup tastes strong and bitter
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Elasticated Gingham
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“I hate this dress. It itches me.”
“You’re wearing it for the school photo”
Four years old
Angel in blue gingham
I saw that picture for years
On my grandma’s shelf
Above the drawer
That housed her secret cigarettes
Pride of place
With all the other cousins
My laughing eyes
Glancing up, a sneak wave
From glossy fringe
But all I remember
Is tight rows of navy elastic
Digging into my chest
Squiggles of irritating cling
Peach skin whipping up
Meringues of hot bee broth
Fighting back the urge
To scratch myself stupid
Zig the zags
Rip the damned thing off
Yet there I sat
Composed, masking
Posing for some random
So adults could immortalise
My cheery cameo
In their brassy necklace of a life
.
I shouldn’t be here
.
If you’ve ever watched TV
With the sound slightly too low
Tried to make sense of a plot
Everyone else seems to get
Lip reading like a bitch
Then you’ll understand why
I shouldn’t be here
.
If you’ve ever shouted in a crowd
Had your yell drowned out
By music, motorbikes, seagulls
Noise you can’t possibly compete with
Then you’ll understand why
I shouldn’t be here.
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If you’ve ever viewed a sunrise
Through a pane with a spidery crack
One that never fully shatters
Remaining damaged yet functional
Obstructing your vision of beauty
Hacking at your coral
Black claw on raspberry ripple
You’ll understand why
I shouldn’t be here
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Carnival
.
Do things that make you feel alive
Scent stoves with cloves and strawberry jam
Snip a clump of laughing chives
Explore new land
Just down the road
Squat, breathe in the fertile soil
Level with puddles, see rainbow oil
Remove worn shoes, go squelch in mud
Steal glints from every puppy’s eyes
Then pin as brooches in your own
Stand naked in fierce rattling rain,
That lashes roofs, a metal chain
Crave stronger wind that makes you wish
Your Kansas house might spin to Oz
Lust for light that transforms dust
To falling shawls of playful gold
Have senses sliced by swords of sun
Oust rust with dazzle, from battling eyes
Firm your form with bounding walks
Unhindered talk that unlocks gates
Sing from the soul, a heartfelt call
For birds have words that touch us all
Keep hankering for cherry lips, hot chilli kisses
Eyes that dig you out of graves
Find streams that seek to hose your toes
With jets of pumping aqua rose
Weave mackerel clouds into your hair
Wear landing ladybirds as luck
Dive from burnt sienna rocks
Hang gingham tea towels on a line
Be serenaded by the flip and flop
Forget to flap
Pull rubber bands to fear the snap
Order something neon green
Roll frozen grapes around your mouth
Paste greying walls with treasure maps
Shake like a dog who left a lake
Stay hungry for the golden seeds
The four leafed clovers in the weeds
A carnival is passing through
It only passes once, through you
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Pendle
.
There is a well in Pendle
That cannot wash way its red
It harbours dirty secrets
That failed to fester with the dead
It gurgles and it splutters
Submerges buoyant birds
Reminding me that every witch
Was killed on a man’s words
I hear the shrieks of women
Piled high as salty bones
The wailing children soon to be
Helpless orphans left alone
I walk through chilling woodland
Hurl this girl on to the hill
Channel my crone ancestors
For their strength lies in me still
My ears glistening with blisters
Weeping vile venom male song
It’s still happening, my sisters
The creeping, raping tongue
Cruelty snaps as jagged dogs
The hate that mates with love
Confusing every female heart
That thought it was enough
Accusations, pointing fingers
Plaster lips of she and her
The blame, the shame it has new names
The same misogyny’s still there
All very different but all as poignant as a gut punch. Love the photo too.
I really enjoyed these, thank you. I could especially connect with the first one and thought about my childhood and me now..