Category Archives: poetry

For You

The full stop Bringing you up short The permanent ending Winding you Breath not yet returned Sleep your enemy Waking his ally Loss is weighty Like bags of peat On shoulders already weak With the wrackings of tears The love … Continue reading

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No. You may not come in; a poem.

Why do we so often only hear the voices in bold? Why do their words drown out the voices that are not. You can’t come in. “But you invited me in last week” Today I don’t want you here “But … Continue reading

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Fighting the good fight together.

Once upon a time there was a little girl, and another and another and many, many more. some were of colour, some were white, some were once viewed as little boys, but knew they were really little girls, they knew this … Continue reading

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A Year In The Life

Sunshine Languid heat, lethargy, nylon before lycra shiny in the brightness A paddling pool with dirt and grass floating Children leaping over and under A muddy sodden patch on a shared lawn Tears before bedtime, overwrought Too hot with windows opened … Continue reading

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He Sits In His Ivory Tower

He sat at the very top, the pinnacle of His ivory tower, a tower built from the bones of the millions who perished in His wake. He looked down at all He purveyed and tallied His possessions in His acquiring … Continue reading

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Boys Will Be Boys Will Be Men.

Barely knee high he rips through the classroom, Lego flying in his wake, crayons scattering, brick towers tumbling. Energy overflowing it takes him a long time to calm down, ah, boys will be boys they say. He pulls on the … Continue reading

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Joy

Joy was the wet and slippery, the heat that took me by surprise, the purple question-mark laid on my elastain sack of a belly Joy was the eyes enquiring after only seconds outside me, searching me out through the scrunched … Continue reading

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