Chocolate, caramel,Cornish cream teas?Carrots and cucumber, lettuce and peas? Such foods divide the saint and the sinner.You are what you eat, I’ve got pasta for dinner.
They walk together in the parkat three fifteen each day.Miss Chatham and Euphorbiaquietly make their way.One loved in life, one never held,both showing time’s decay Some note quietly, as they pass,this singular mismatched pair.The lady clothed in Sunday bestand her friend’s wild wispy hair.Both alone, but twinned for life,Miss Chatham and her teddy bear.
She holds a distant memoryof when a heartbeat matched her own.A summer secret locked inside,a child barely known. A small, now faded picture holds,a truth in grey and white.A daughter held for one short day,one silent tear-torn night. To give a life, to hold a lifeto bear but never see,the future that the world might hold,for theContinue reading “For Adoption”
You left cold sheets one side of our bedA book laying open, partly readSilences, where once we talkedGrass now growing, where once we walked You left a picture of when life was brightThe shape of your body when I held you tightYour touch, your laughter, your every wayThe colour you cast on the greyest dayContinue reading “You left”
There is no point in travelling, when you’ve no place to be. No sense in searching, when your heart cannot see. And no doors will unlock, when you don’t have a key. There is no point in sowing, where love cannot grow. No questions worth asking, of a life you can’t know. And no reasonContinue reading “There’s No Point”
A sirens sounds for the daily dance,a game that is carelessly played.In covert signs and coded words,Liaisons are sought, alliances made. But those who don’t hear, or don’t know the rules,are lost in this masquerade. By day they are silent, in the evening alone,weaving dreams that may never see light.Mouthing the words of songs theyContinue reading “Dancing Alone”
It may have been justthat her balance gave way,that dew damp grasswas the the culprit that day. It might have been planned,or purely by chance,that no one would catchher last backward glance We may never know whyher life ended that way,if her sight was obscured,or her thoughts led astray Not a word for her friends,sheContinue reading “A Fall from Grace”
Chant to the rhythm of a skipping rhyme – use a rope if it helps. Girls are brilliant,boy are too, but I am neither,pink nor blue. Lesbian, gay,transgender, biqueer, non-binary,A P I Call me zenot he or she,neutral pronounsthey suit me. Don’t judge meI’m not like you,I don’t need a labelin your zoo.
You are the guardian ghost in my dreamsYou hear the sound of my unvoiced screamsYou are the pair to my single gloveYou are the one that I love Your loss is the fear that keeps me awakeYour absence the cold when I swim in a lakeYou are the songbird to my one note doveYou areContinue reading “The one that I love”