Mommys Village

Poem : Unarmed

August 10th, 2006 at 07:55am Under Poetry

You entered the empty room
where I sat, perched on the edge,
unaware of any danger.

You showed me your hands, empty,
turned out your pockets, empty too
but for some lint
and a stray guitar pick.

And I trust, just for a moment,
that there is nothing more to this
than that …
empty hands,
empty pockets,
some lint,
a guitar pick.

I lean toward you and suddenly
the pressure changes, drops,
a dizzying lack of oxygen
and I am falling back, on my back
and you are on top of me,
and I am falling…
falling…
falling …
and we are tumbling past reason
straight into abandon.

And here I thought you were unarmed.

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Poem : Eyes wide open

August 6th, 2006 at 08:05am Under Poetry

(a pantoum)

We feel no need to close our eyes.
We watch each other constantly,
daring revelation, exposure,
hours spent lost in recognition.

We watch each other constantly,
lips meet gently, eyes wide open.
Hours spent lost in recognition,
a freedom you have never known.

Lips meet gently, eyes wide open,
reluctant to miss a moment.
A freedom you have never known
you let ancient fears melt away.

Reluctant to miss a moment,
“I love you” escapes from my lips.
You let ancient fears melt away,
not wanting to turn back again.

“I love you” escapes from my lips,
daring revelation, exposure.
Not wanting to turn back again,
we feel no need to close our eyes.

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Poem : Giving up the ghost

August 3rd, 2006 at 08:07am Under Poetry

You called me brave again
but I should tell you I sleep very little,
listening for footsteps, the soft click
of a key, a trigger,
though I know the deadbolt is on
because I’ve checked twice already
and we had the locks changed years ago.
Still I rise in the quiet to check nightly, pacing the hall,
watching them sleep with their lights on,
as we all still do.

You called me strong tonight
but the steady drip, drip, drip of everyday life
has worn my veneer thin and it takes
longer and longer every day to
step across that threshold,
open my self, open my mouth and speak.
More often than not, I’m struck dumb
with panic, doubt, mistrusting myself to make
even the simplest of decisions, constantly
checking my reflection to see
if the frayed edges are showing.

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Poem : in situ

July 28th, 2006 at 08:07am Under Poetry

i find myself wishing
that i were anything
but what i am

inconsequential

pressing until my fingers
crush their own tips,
pushing on myself
to make sure i am

ineffectual

i thought i was becoming
more each time but
in searching i only find
raw distortions of me
between the lines.

inanimate

each word obscures
until i am left as
a dusky myth
in the corner
behind yesterday.

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Messy Hair

September 23rd, 2002 at 03:09am Under Uncategorized

If autumn could be personified I think I would have done a good impression when I arrived at work today. My hair had been blown into a birds nest type effect complete with bits of twigs and leafs while my cheeks had, what one kind colleague called, a rosy complexion, (what he actually meant was windburnt red) and my coat has this season’s essential accessory stuck in the hood - half a conker case. My new look didn’t have anything to do with the minor earthquake which struck Britain last night but actually the near gale force cold wind which came out of no where in an otherwise beautiful autumn day.

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