Some poems

A few I wrote this week

Book

Spill the ink of your disaster

Stain me with your tragedy

Want to feel your bristling marrow

Scratch my surface as a key

Tell me chapter after chapter

Moor me to your fattest rook

I’ll be your happy ever after

But first, I must devour the book

Souvenir

Will I become a souvenir?

Dog eared postcard through your door

Perhaps you’ll wish that you were here?

Wish you’d have stayed, enjoyed some more

Maybe I’ll be a stick of rock

Sucked to a point then thrown away

For when you saw your name through me

It seemed to spoil the holiday

Flavour of the month

Flavour of the month

Until the next one comes along

Apple of an eye, to rot

The rite of being wronged

A laugh that’s last is but a gasp

Before the curtain call

I’d rather die upon the cusp

Of belting out love’s song

Leak

The leak of you wept into me

An urgent bleed of new

A flooding of my settled sea

Muddying of blue

And then the leak became a lake

You simply could not hold

An ocean of emotion grew

Disturbed by restless wind

I was a child caught in a wave

Brute force of life bore down

And so you chose yourself to save

Or else we’d both have drowned

Ruby Heart

You fell to me, a jagged hope

December day in June

The cold was taking over

On a sunny afternoon

Your mud was thick, obscuring

But I saw right from the start

Although you were encased in rock

You had a ruby heart

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I noticed your shy sparkle

Saw every facet of your worth

You wouldn’t let me close to scrape

The weight of years of earth

Patiently, I chipped away

Mining your reddest part

Was not to be, eluded me

Your precious ruby heart

.

I wonder if I’d done things

In a slightly different way

Would I have excavated it

Or hit pebbles and clay

And still, I see that glowing bead

Gleam through that wall of grey

But some gems are buried deep

Embedded, they must stay

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However dazzling the red

Whatever rubies cost

The purest heart locked in a rock

Remains a treasure lost

Each day offers another chance

To glitter in the sun

I hope one day the jewel is free

That you can love someone

From a distance

Check my words like lotto numbers

Did you strike it lucky with a line I wrote?

Do I pull you up or do I push you under?

Do you conceal what you’re feeling

Like a coat of paint?

And I watch your movements like a mama lion

Whilst you view me from a distance as a fading storm

The sunset’s bleeding, our pink angel’s dying

But to survive this night means we’ll both know new dawn

Daybreak

Daybreak

And

He’s killing my shy morn

Slamming doors

Voice, a tense paste of poked dragons

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His form makes school-play shapes

Chessboard drama

Veins held fast, fat waiting strings

Clenched jaw, hunched shoulders

Chiselling a stance

Words punch out as thorns

Ambushing from gorse

Hitting, the way tennis balls meet taut rackets

Slamming my green

Another match….

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Payday was only Monday

Yet, here we are again

Without it, already….

It

It

It

Make-it-better mother kiss

On his dripping wound world.

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Shaken red ants from his empty belly

Are scrambling my powder cliff

Gulping patience in greedy chunks

The moulding has begun.

Where is my poet…..

Stroking my cream cheek with dewy daisies?

Holding clovers to my eyes

Telling me we’re lucky?

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As he strangles dawn, gold disappointment

I think….

“Please don’t wake him”

With your raised tone

Your clanging kitchen orchestra

It’s early

And

I’d like to enjoy the bird song