Saturday, 4 March 2017
Marianne
Why say I'm not part of you,
my insides heave,
home is a distant slew,
waves of listless drummers,
pad dream like at my feet,
bad echoes from the sun,
you don't need a clue,
to particularly receive,
your own dread news,
or if there are troubles,
that morbid fools greet,
with memories of love,
faces crash out a tattoo,
mascara runs lemon streaked,
the sea is cobalt blue,
nothing stays perfumed,
alone by the beach,
i shrug at the view,
'you're history' gulls screech.
Friday, 3 March 2017
Molly
Do you walk like death,
mother's words hush dear,
beneath evening's grip,
wondering if you'll ever know,
your family peers,
who never walked alone,
remember those who left,
your Dada revered,
in Australia the best,
looked after, time flown,
they lived long around here,
houses sold then gone,
I try to catch their breath,
like their songs and gear,
dockers who roared gentle instead,
large hands, still sheds,
i loved their appearance,
coming home under gas lamps,
laughing at my fears.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Lille
Is there more to learn,
your Ma's all scorn,
she'll see me burn,
strung trees yellow robes,
with vinegar and thorns,
and ways she would know,
a harvest unearned,
i'm lucky to be born,
the way you spurned,
hate of such a load,
in fields of corn,
free from any crowd,
your mother flared,
like a hurricane storm,
but you didn't care,
kissed me and shared,
a summertime sojourn,
time to spare,
on fine blue mornings.
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Layla
The tap tap falling rain,
gauges your great freedom,
a hurting awakens,
for the cafe's and diners,
within last nights ease,
solace turns blind,
and your home erased,
except on these yellow streets,
you walk all day,
where love gets twined,
beneath cooling trees,
blue air melts in crime,
Our Lady knows your ways,
in these hot seasons,
whatever you have to say,
does it matter the maze,
the river's release,
the balm of better days,
makes you weep.
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Louisa
The love that tricked us,
absolved and arrayed,
brings trouble or forgiveness,
when seasons turn think,
don’t keep it chained,
to the Calendar or sink,
at grey games of business,
that cap your flame,
keep the hurt to minimum,
dance around the ice rink,
when problems rage,
does Speed makes you blink,
at forgotten arrangements,
we've all heard your tales,
drunk at Catechism,
is loving the terminus,
when cafe's swell with rain,
or unshaven criminals,
whisper your name ?
Monday, 27 February 2017
Lorraine
When she dismisses us,
calls us jokers and thieves,
we thank you Sister,
for shining that star,
or crossing the sea,
supplying the tar,
telling us how to lose,
or reside out of reach,
when we're confused,
she cares who we are,
arms swinging free,
raising the bar,
above telegraph wires,
or a sky that deems,
to see our ruin,
her powdered rush,
as sunlight leaps,
make our faces flush,
she knows it’s not easy.
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Leucha
In the Catholic rooms,
proclaimed by the sea,
grant me what it took,
for saying those terrible things,
in the shadow of Saint Anthony,
who falls across my ring,
as by dawn and falling gloom,
we wait at the infirmary,
footsteps echo in empty shoes,
the doctor's say nothing,
sometimes it's not to be,
love is detached from us,
our mother's babies we swoon,
hear summer's dark seething,
sitting in the television room,
it echoes our silly tunes,
even gleanings of the wheat,
no loss in our fortune,
her smile beyond reach.
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