The crack in the glass.
A slight increase in temperature.
The just-ajar door.
A subtle nudge.
The loose thread in the jumper.
A gentle tug.
The snowball at the top of the mountain
waits for that one, tiny push
to start the avalanche.
23 February 2009
This was written immediately following a discussion about being tempted to have an affair: How little it would take to move from something innocent, to something with serious, even disastrous, consequences.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
15th February
In the shop window:
the wide-eyed teddy bears,
clutching pink, satin hearts;
the cushions of crimson velvet,
embroidered with “I Love You”
in silver thread;
the tea-tray-sized cards,
offering a dozen, padded, red silk roses
“To My Girlfriend”;
the gold-rimmed, champagne glass pairs,
packed in boxes
displaying them through
cut-out, cellophane-covered hearts.
All half-hidden behind the
paper banners stuck to the inside of the glass:
”Half Price Sale”.
16 February 2009
I was deliberately trying to use "clunky" language to convey the tackniess of the items (just in case you thought it was all a bit "over-wordy")!
the wide-eyed teddy bears,
clutching pink, satin hearts;
the cushions of crimson velvet,
embroidered with “I Love You”
in silver thread;
the tea-tray-sized cards,
offering a dozen, padded, red silk roses
“To My Girlfriend”;
the gold-rimmed, champagne glass pairs,
packed in boxes
displaying them through
cut-out, cellophane-covered hearts.
All half-hidden behind the
paper banners stuck to the inside of the glass:
”Half Price Sale”.
16 February 2009
I was deliberately trying to use "clunky" language to convey the tackniess of the items (just in case you thought it was all a bit "over-wordy")!
Comfort
The window-pane lens
focuses the sun’s winter
rays on one bright point.
Propped up in bed, with
the curtains open, I feel
my sore throat drenched in
the white-hot linctus.
4 February 2009
And another on the same day! Still not sure about the title, I considered: Heat, Warmth, Soothed, etc. I am also aware that one swallows linctus, so the effect is felt on the inside of one's throat: oh, well!
focuses the sun’s winter
rays on one bright point.
Propped up in bed, with
the curtains open, I feel
my sore throat drenched in
the white-hot linctus.
4 February 2009
And another on the same day! Still not sure about the title, I considered: Heat, Warmth, Soothed, etc. I am also aware that one swallows linctus, so the effect is felt on the inside of one's throat: oh, well!
Thaw
The trees weep cold tears,
as the fluffy, white duvet
slides from their branches.
4 February 2009
The 4th of February was obviously an inspiring day! I seem to be writing a lot of poems with one-word titles at the moment...
as the fluffy, white duvet
slides from their branches.
4 February 2009
The 4th of February was obviously an inspiring day! I seem to be writing a lot of poems with one-word titles at the moment...
Stain
A single, red rose
lies on the snow. Blood on a
clean, white handkerchief.
4 February 2009
This was something I saw during the big snows we had a few weeks ago. I've been very slow to put it up on the blog, as I've had rather a lot going on. As with so many of my "pavement poems", one is left wondering about the "back story": some tragic love affair, or just a florist dropping part of their delivery.
lies on the snow. Blood on a
clean, white handkerchief.
4 February 2009
This was something I saw during the big snows we had a few weeks ago. I've been very slow to put it up on the blog, as I've had rather a lot going on. As with so many of my "pavement poems", one is left wondering about the "back story": some tragic love affair, or just a florist dropping part of their delivery.
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