Saturday, 18 May 2013
Andrew, even as a young man,
leaves on his bedroom light;
with an open door.
It’s not that light dispels
shadows or ghosts. No, no,
it’s to illuminate a way out
and wobble for toilet relief.
I, an older man, holding onto courage
know how darkness has wasted me,
yawning like a zero
with deep sleep a matter of
snoring and lost opportunity
until, eventually, the fuss will be over,
word and wobble.
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Saturday, 11 May 2013
Spikey as a hedgehog
she looks into the book of life;
humble as a rabbit’s ear
she reads a sentence there.
Vibrant as a python
she walks across a dusty plain;
stronger that a mountain top
she turns to face the lion.
Breathing like a stallion
she waits before the city gate;
secret like an owl in flight,
dances to her fate.
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Friday, 3 May 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
One day, he squealed like a sweltering piglet;
another, he sighed like the wind in a cave.
He said to his children at breakfast ‘You’re stupid!’
and grunted like Rambo when pushing his car.
Later, he whistled his way to the boozer;
at night-time, he snored like a didgeridoo
He said to his children at breakfast ‘I love you!’
and cried when his missus then told him the news.