know Orion’s Belt needs doing up. The Great Bear paces behind bars of broadband lines, tie their laces in a shoesky. Straighten tie of windows open to summer fever perfume. Pull up unholed socks and pick up your feet when you walk constellations. Don’t slouch, as it looks like you don’t want to be here amongst brassy hair, tongues and late mam’s resonant words.
Month: June 2017
Loop The
insights of wrinkles into a sheepshank security, remove combustible cladding unsafe to kids riot in high rise youth. Action men cry at burnt out rooms alive with precious collected memories, their plastic melts with real tears as gifted flowers gather in streets hunkered support, kind cups of tea, curried delight in smiles. Hearts knot.
A Meddle
of pavements is clouds in drift, school run walk over an anvils stretch across dome nailed stars chewing gum stuck to slabs under foot. Cold spaces between streams whispered sunlight festival songs to warm days in anticipation of storms.
Blessed to have two poems in Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice Edition.
Blessed to have two poems in Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice Edition.
abridged. and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt
Many thanks to Jamie.
Source: abridged. and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt
abridged. and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt
“The To And Fro” and ” Fishman” kindly featured in The Poet By Day. Thankyou Jamie.
“The To And Fro” and ” Fishman” kindly featured in The Poet By Day. Thankyou Jamie.
abridged. and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt https://jamiededes.com/2017/06/20/abridged-and-other-poems-in-response-to-the-last-wednesday-writing-prompt/ via @JamieDedes
Soundly
angels in the nomenclature. Match fit. Tracking properly aligned so you run right. Pick right team from words lined up. They pray don’t pick me. Until you’re left with uncoordinated or slow. Put your best upfront. The goalrakers and speedfreaks, egoists and vanity merchants. Keep your authors under control. This is max. No more. You all over it’s think. Now it is.
Notorious No
hassle as he wishes hedgecut steel step wobble head pain cut top off factor 50 aboriginal white suncreamed edit straggly fresh growth, uproot weeds, uproot straggly headache. Put ache in green bin, nettle ache legs and arms even though gloves more like wear sieves. Return steps upstairs careful not to hit wall pictures with clang. Steps go behind door covered with blanket as if dead, for now. Breathe deeply.
Tidy hedge, garden, tidy head
We chose a day | Coffee Bruise Thursday | Paul Brookes
Thankyou to Michael for republishing this poem of mine from my 1993’chapbook
Tracy Describes Her Wedding Day
Paul Brookes
From The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley
We chose a day when the sun rising
all red and bruised my brother Jimmy said like the day was driven to commit suicide before it was born.
It was brilliant, he said like it was expecting.
And my ceremony in the church was too. Dad all puffed up and sweaty and red.
He was angry at Bill for giving me a child but I told him it would be a beautiful boy.
When I said ‘I do.’ he was so naffed off he had a heart attack and died,
and lilies grew out of his wound.
I put them in my bouquet and when I threw it all petals falling off like dandruff, Mary caught it.
She’s been blind since birth and smelt it coming towards her.
She’s always loved lilies.
At the reception Jimmy had…
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