talking dolls

October 21, 20142 Comments

The insanity of talking dolls,
the lifeless bundle of thread and stuffing,
breathe life just by playing,
giving it a name, making a voice,
moving its limbs. Already it is real,
real name, real expression and then;
it becomes not an ‘it’ but a ‘they’
and when you come home you wonder-
at the way they sit and look out the window.
Because they move all the time-
…..Didn’t you know?

Escape

October 20, 20142 Comments

It waddles through the silt of the marshland,
the salt water seeping into the cavities
like the toothless grin of a sailor;
compressing the sand of years forgotten
under its gentle tread.

Midnight Rose

October 15, 2014October 22, 2014Leave a comment

The turf is ploughed straight like

newly dug graves- surgical, pristine.

They bob in acquiescence,

bringing the gift of rare beauty.

Yellow, soft pink, blood red;

the overpowering

drugged scent that ripens the air,

captivating the senses in the solitude

of a secret garden.

Dance of the Orchid

October 12, 2014Leave a comment

She bobs on a sprightly stem,
pirouetting creature
under shelter of a bitter storm.
Mindful of her sisters’ envy,
she joins the ranks with pride-
an army of maidens
basking in rays of gold.

~ Chocolate ~

October 8, 2014Leave a comment

The egg walks …no, he rolls.

Right off the cabinet,
by the pumpkin faced Satsumas and the
waffles with their buttered sugar coated look.

Cradles his stomach, the moist beads of sweat-
a heat too much for a high density egg;

and falls

with a happy big grin- and splits in two.
Chocolate in red foil,
chocolate bursting at the seams,

oozing liquid…

Cracks

October 2, 2014October 2, 2014Leave a comment

The droplets ooze through,
sliding gratefully down branches
like stitches on the roadside.
Tendrils creep through painted cracks
crawling across-
as whispering leaves
close in shyness.

Defying Gravity

September 30, 2014September 30, 2014Leave a comment

It defies gravity,
hanging on her bottom lip;
a twig caught in a spider’s web.
Suctioned by saliva;
a tender trail of spit.
The poison casts its final gasp upon the saturated sky,
expiring grey on grey.
Her fingers are gnarled tree limbs,
body small and shrunken, like
dried apricots in a vacuum pack.
She stubs her cigarette
on the school gates and turns,
to survey the field beyond.

You

September 28, 2014Leave a comment

I miss you:
and the games we used to play
of trust; your wise, green eyes
carried on soft, dust laden wings.
I took for granted- ran out of time to say
regrets bound in the cold.
Travelling afar when I lost my way home,
to glimpse the vision of your decay,
I see the shadows in a burning room
dancing their sadness away.