Category Archives: Poetry

Ships and Fear

My heart has failed
Failed
So
Desperately
In this dungeon
Deadlocked
Despair
The bars
Beam
Gleams
Of golden leaves
Robes
Of dawn
Lay me
Down to sleep.
Cool night
A shawl
For my grief
It turns cogs
Behind this
Engine in my mind
It drives
The blackness
Of the night.
Daylight is dark
Life is just
a fantasy
Misty as a
Far gone ship
Horizons
On the turquoise sea.

The Rose

Your skin
Paper thin
Roses seep
Thorns in your blood
Their sap
Sting
Salty burns
Tears on cuts
And years are thin
Many mouths
Have kissed
Your paper skin
Why won’t you
Remain untouched.
Bloom.
You cry
Like a rose
Like a child
Who touched these thorns.
Withered petals
Become your bed.
I will be your
Stem
Your breath
I will pass
Blood
Into your veins.
I feel thorns.
I bloom
To sunlight
Shady covers.
Tenderness
Light
Salt.
This velvet red
On your hands
Red,
Red
Red.
I gleam
And bloom
And bruise.
Blood red.
Rose red.
Heart as hard
As resin.
Heart that bleeds,
Beat
Breathe.
Soft,
Paper thin
Scarlett
Rose,
Mine,
My red
Red rose.

Dissociate

A blood smear on the table.
I think I don’t know how to live,
I think
Perhaps
There is a sense of an ending
A sense
Of ground turning
A thawing
A sense
Of decay.

I cradle a baby.
Together we are flesh.
One and one.
I watch the carousel
My slow consideration
Of the show
Colours and pride
And everything that died
In me.

You who
Inhabited
My dark,
The most shallow place.
All blackened fractures
You slowly seep to
Tar.
I hear the night begging
for my blood
Black hooded soul,
Horseman of
My dreaded night.

I plead to be pieced together
Before I rupture
My heart
An abscess
Bled to an empty sack
An empty sack
Of bones
And a body that says hello.

Do you know
You stood at the foot of my bed
A call
In my slowly fading
Echo chamber.
I hear the beat of God’s heart
In the toll of a bell.
Calling all those
Who want mercy.
I wilt
In the vacuum of my self disgust
Tulips grow
From my green earthed
Soul.

Leaves (original poem)

You
Who so graciously falls.
Always within
An inch of life.
Death comes so suddenly
And like me
You will die
Over and over.
You will fly with the night
Swallow-tailed and free.
Although you are bloodless
Your tiny thread veins
Stream with strength.
You bleed red
And orange
And yellow.
Your edges touch steeples
And wide eyes watch you at fluttering heights.
You cling to life so secretly
But some may catch
The slow whisper
Of your descent.
Your fate is
breaking free.
Here at my feet
You will die your death
As quietly as a last breath.
No longing,
None left.
The arms of your father’s
Shelter me
Mourning.
Never do you know
When you will be plucked
Plucked from breaking arms
And fall
Fall so graciously to the ground.

When you were away (my poem)

I’m glad the bus windows are dirty
I am afraid
They will see
This haemorrhage of grief
Inside me.
Senses prickle
Like thorns in my side
Glances tingle
Like a thousand prying eyes
I swallow these pills
In a daily routine
To try and cut through the blindness.
I do chores.
I sleep.
And I keep my pride in my mouth
Hidden
Like a crouching beast
To keep it from speaking.
I walk away from myself every day.
And the days
turn their backs on me too.

Trespass (poem of mine)

“Do you realise,
You are very ill”
The question flickered
Lingered
Licked
A little
Inside.
There we were
Like caged moths
Buzzing at the bulbs
In the empty corridors
Oval faces
Partly obscured
Behind
The cloudy white
Of the window panes.
Secure,
Security,
Extra secure
Isolation
sets in,
Frustration
Thirst creeps at the
Back of my throat.
Alarms
Scream in a never ending
Tinnitus
And I intrude
On doorways filled with
Flailing limbs
And hovering
hypodermics.
The rubbery blue
Of the awaiting mattress
Holds your face in that
Stone
Cold
Sleep.
Palsy hands
Jangle bunches,
Branches of
Metal clunks
Punctuate
The days
Many pauses
Flashlight beams
Illuminate a foggy,
Dense sleep.
I dream of overturning
The churning
Is no help.
Trapped
In this little city
Of trespassers.

Take a drink (poem of mine)

Give me these hands of hope
Let me see
These palms
Turned open
Let me see a shyness
Dissolve like a dye –

Disaster will follow
I took the warnings on my shoulders,
The mornings on my conscience
Padded with good lucks
Trembling with the good will.

Sometimes
It is too clear
And memories march
Through memories
Pain tingles
As a sensation
Unknown
Peculiarly
Elusive
Peculiarly
Alive.

“Take a drink” he said,
And I
Feeble
Obeyed,
Disobeyed
Swung between the two,
My polarities
Head-locked,
Obtrusive.