Saturday, 5 November 2016
Tuesday, 4 October 2016
The neighbours cat
The cat with two names
regards me intently
with his huge reflective orbs
He sees the invisible me
the one others don't see
I have become his shadow
It's something that neither of us understand
Or want to
The sadness will try to settle in his bones
like the longest winter day
stretching on forever
His dark brown fur
flecked with grey
comforts me with every stroke
We are alike
timid with claws
He doesn't belong to me
he is someone else's,
though he thinks he is not
And so he'll leave someday
when he thinks I no longer need him
He'll stretch and look back once
And I'll never see him
Again.
LH 2016
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Saturday, 24 September 2016
The Move
Again this morning
My mind woke me
With you nearby
Like you belonged
You've inhabited my head
Like a piece of cherished furniture
In a deserted house
I want to run my hand
Over your edges
So the corners feel smooth to the touch
I have a place for you
If you want to reside.
LH
Friday, 13 November 2015
Detached
She left me after you departed
A stow away, who knew?
I was numb after the wailing
Stopped
Four falls have passed
Three candles lit and blown out
When I hear her cry at night
I'm unfolding
I've lost my threading
I've become someone else
I was another someone else
Then
LH 2015
Sunday, 19 July 2015
The Baby Gull
I spied you near the waters' edge
just after the rain ceased
On tawny stilts
with webbed feet
Crunching shards of mussel underneath
I watched you flaunt your mottled down
soft hues amidst the steely grey
You paced the dust
with gall and brass
And whistled softly as you flew away
2015 © LH
just after the rain ceased
On tawny stilts
with webbed feet
Crunching shards of mussel underneath
I watched you flaunt your mottled down
soft hues amidst the steely grey
You paced the dust
with gall and brass
And whistled softly as you flew away
2015 © LH
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Unfinished Business
It does not sit easy with me
across from you, in situ
questioning your morals
when I confess
my own are questionable
You broke the law
I bent rules, shattered promises
crusher of hearts
will punishment cleanse your soul?
I punish myself
but I keep re-offending
I blame my mother
It's in my DNA, she did 15 years
with the same partner in crime
did your father do time?
The pleasure of the pursuit
and that feeling
oh the feeling of satisfaction
when you've seized what you desire
at any cost
We are in collusion
you're locked behind bars
yet I'm the one that feels trapped
LH 2015
across from you, in situ
questioning your morals
when I confess
my own are questionable
You broke the law
I bent rules, shattered promises
crusher of hearts
will punishment cleanse your soul?
I punish myself
but I keep re-offending
I blame my mother
It's in my DNA, she did 15 years
with the same partner in crime
did your father do time?
The pleasure of the pursuit
and that feeling
oh the feeling of satisfaction
when you've seized what you desire
at any cost
We are in collusion
you're locked behind bars
yet I'm the one that feels trapped
LH 2015
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
Things only we know
Talking
was something we did for hours
late into the night, often by the fire
with our lips pressed hard against glowing skin
swapping tongues and stories from the waist
eyes locked together as we slid into place
I recall
your smiling mouth as I gasped
I listened as you whispered words meant only for my ears
and I learned something new about you
words were something you knew how to use
perfectly
you avoided
those three words
but you had my show of hands all along
If I don't call out to you I'm afraid I'll lose my voice
and yours will fade away
I refuse to believe you have nothing left to say
LH 2015
was something we did for hours
late into the night, often by the fire
with our lips pressed hard against glowing skin
swapping tongues and stories from the waist
eyes locked together as we slid into place
I recall
your smiling mouth as I gasped
I listened as you whispered words meant only for my ears
and I learned something new about you
words were something you knew how to use
perfectly
you avoided
those three words
but you had my show of hands all along
If I don't call out to you I'm afraid I'll lose my voice
and yours will fade away
I refuse to believe you have nothing left to say
LH 2015
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
He loves me?
There was only ever one
snapping it's elegant neck with ease
I rolled it back and forth
between my thumb and forefinger
it's white layered skirt
tinged with pink
fascinated me
dancing and twirling around
and around its bright yellow yolk
I picked the feathered fingers off
one by one
he loves me
he loves me not
leaving it all to chance.
LH 2015
snapping it's elegant neck with ease
I rolled it back and forth
between my thumb and forefinger
it's white layered skirt
tinged with pink
fascinated me
dancing and twirling around
and around its bright yellow yolk
I picked the feathered fingers off
one by one
he loves me
he loves me not
leaving it all to chance.
LH 2015
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
The wound will scar
her distress is deep
she keeps picking at the scab
it will never heal
It reminds her she's alive
and she wants to see it bleed
Only the contours will mend
become smooth to touch
they tell her grieving takes time
but it's all too much
time is only an illusion
almost fooling her at times
she keeps picking at the scab
telling everyone she's fine.
LH 2015
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