The speaker spoke in a guttural cryScreeching against the dayDooming us all to lay down and die. We all uttered a final sighNothing for us left to sayThe speaker spoke in a guttural cry. Trembling, our fates cast and chideUnholy it takes us down one wayDooming us all to lay down and die. No longer…
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Pencil
Pencil point punctuated preciselyJabbed into the air, every syllable spokenSwished, stammered, sputtered sprightlyAn answer, answered. A gestured token.The teacher nods, introspective thoughts,Musing on the fencing flourishThe student seeking, the knowledge soughtThe pencil, an extension of his courage.With mighty cry, a quip well aimedThe lead projectile aiming highA sentence of a bard unduly famedHis demise with…
Longing (flash fiction)
I started this flash fiction as a poem to see if I could turn it into something with a bit more substance. Can anything ache more than longing? I had experienced heart break, loss of a loved onebut longing had a sweet ache to it not the ache of dissolution. Still her imprint on the…
Love Story
Sam spent his nights usually in the arms of different women, he hated being alone but the thought of being “tied down” to just one person frightened him more. His friends romanticised his bachelor lifestyle even though it was laced with misogyny. Until he saw her. Passing the museum after work one evening he gazed…
Baguette War of 2023
The baguette war of ‘23 started with little pomp and ceremony in the aisles of Morrisons. The day itself had started lazily with the sun trying its hardest not to rise to its zenith in the sky but just indistinctly punctuate the horizon with its golden rays. The crisp morning was laden with frost bedecked…
Blue Tears
Night draws forever onin its squalid winding way.Darkness compiled in essence,a quite subterfuge of meaningas if clothing mystery with beautiful silence,punctuating the sobs and splashes.Blue tears falling in shadow,hidden and ashamed.But night draws forever on.
One day
One of these days I’ll be a triumphant giant,I just need to eat a bit more Weetabix, they all said.Walk briskly, exercise moremaybe do some stretches.“Think big” my brother told me,he should know, as he touched a nearby cloud.I could only touch the side of the bin,I tried, nothing changed.“maybe you need some iron” said…
Murdering the poet
Ive thought often about poetic murdersEnvenoming a robust wrangled rhymeLeaving the marrow thick to curdleAs I plot away the waiting time. Maybe I’ll sharpen some alliterationA convocation cavorting capersAwaiting the right dark situationFor the scything wit to savour. Slicing deep spilling bloodSibilant sounding shaping upThen that poetic body thudsFinally making that final cut. But add…
Misogyny
What bile and bluster is contained,in insipid ungrateful men.The ones who want to hijack and harangue,shouting misogynistic slurs,always overbearing.Making a day about women about them,not even passive aggressive,who needs the passive part.When telling rape jokes,or fallaciously commenting.Downplaying all that women feel and fear,with simple lines that just echo,“what about us men?”As if every other day…
Longing
The scent of youlingered on the pillow,fabric kissed deeply making it yours.The hour had passedeven though no longer therea ghost remained,in a glowing mental collage.Entwined togetherwhispering edicts of lovepassionate solemnity.Thoughts to keep me warmuntil we meet again tonight.