Ketchup

Ketchup I’d travelled so long and so far And then suddenly there you are: Your curvy body and bloody insides; A crimson secret too sweet to hide. And after the longest wait You thumped onto my plate And tasted fucking great.     Advertisements

Jelly

  Your veiled insults glide down my back like sweat in summer. You think I’m weak ‘coz I let it slide but darling I’m just biding my time. I spoon feed my revenge icy cold slipping it down your throat like jelly. It tastes so sweet you can’t stop you eat, and eat, and eat…

Frozen Little Fingers

This one seems appropriate for our never ending winter!   Frozen Little Fingers Numb fingers and toes And still so far to go. Peering in at the snugly settled Jealous of those already nestled. Tangerine glows hug those inside Only pride comforts me on this side. Mummies clang pots and pans As I nurse chapped…

Lost Among the Frozen Peas

This one’s really clunky, but it’s a about a very difficult and raw time. Death is a real bitch!   Lost Among the Frozen Peas He died. We didn’t misplace him Among the frozen peas aisle. He died. The bastard. Don’t get me wrong, I liked him. I just never knew him, Which is kind of sad really…

In Dreams

I was recently rooting through a junk draw (everyone’s got one), when I came across an old memory stick. I had no idea what was on it, so I stuck it into my computer and discovered a bunch of poems I had written years ago. It was so fun reading through them again, it really…

Sylvia Plath – Lady Lazarus

I am a recent convert to Plath’s work, having deliberately steered clear of her because I feared she was ‘a bit depressing’, but I have actually found her work to be totally absorbing, exhilarating and incredibly moving. Here’s once of my favourites (and one of her most famous poems): Lady Lazarus I have done it…

Tiny Rainbows

  My sister’s shrill voice ebbs away like the tide, Before racing back in to deposit Unwelcomed syllables of piousness Into my weakened body, mind and soul. She warily tip-toes through the broken bar Careful not to debase her bony legs, Breezily surveying the bombed boozer while Fixing her beautiful long brunette hair. I sit…

Covert – Haiku

I shouldn’t be writing this; Suspicious minds prowl in my direction. Quick! Try to look busy.

Haiku – Virgin Snow

Just thought I’d share a little Haiku – it’s only three lines – it won’t last long I promise! Stay a while longer. A phone ignites the darkness; Virgin snow crumbles. See, it’s over now. Haiku poems consist of three short lines. They can capture an event, emotion, image or be entirely frivolous. All that…