Friday, 5 August 2022
Katherine
Don't talk like that she hisses,
you always make a fuss,
love isn't mailed long distance,
powdered lightly she groans,
shadows of light catch dust,
a fragrance of glacial cold,
others seek convergence,
she’ll do what she must,
through days of pure insistence,
she’s betrayed by everyone,
doesn’t ask for much,
her epiphany not yet done,
my fair haired little sister,
what have the years brought us,
that it's come to this,
a parent who fled the home,
a pie without a crust,
mandolins contain your song,
but weeping she dismisses.
Thursday, 4 August 2022
Janis
Do you ever spare a thought,
about our separation ,
he interrogates me at the door,
you think it’s easy for me,
avoiding drink's temptation,
his chin is cast to the lee,
full of trouble and fraught,
his protesting eyes dilate
dance like he’s been caught,
for my part he feels,
I'm from some other place,
my upper rooms blown easterly,
his blessed mother’s thorn,
she would say don’t hesitate,
drag her through the Court,
like a wind blows viciously,
she spreads unleavened hate,
her steady flow of history
signals one word, escape.
Wednesday, 3 August 2022
Isla
As if to anticipate me,
the wind soothes the Lime,
and Cypress trees,
on hills beyond the Cliffs,
an ambient light,
seeps, says forget his lips,
I drink green tea,
aroused in stumbled fright,
by a foam washed sea,
surprised in my shift,
supposedly young and bright,
I still hear music shiver,
his song one long apology,
really more of a whine,
stunted by apostrophe’s,
mandolin strings drift,
on futures with the tide,
remnants of cargo ships,
sing of love and sigh.
Tuesday, 2 August 2022
Harriet
Was going to leave without you,
idly breathing without a clue,
a supposed departure from Taranto,
I chew pasta and think about home,
but really don’t know what to do,
you are such a generous soul,
this friend of yours Billy Hughes,
my Italian friend brings news,
says he really isn’t true,
knows it’s not New York,
but most place have the same avenues,
that walk the unfaithful walk,
since our time on Corfu
we’ve had to face the truth
only love makes you drool,
men think they can beat our bones,
fade away into the blue,
but they bring nothing at all,
least of all Billy Boo Boo.
Gerri
Your love of Horse,
a needling wire,
allows for no discourse,
no rush to atone,
for the offerings of desire,
hands like ice cold stone,
cut our morning recourse,
fevered in dawn’s grey light,
they run a river’s course,
on burdens we own,
through candlelit nights,
our demons ride home,
there is no concourse,
for ourselves or the time,
friends have all withdrawn,
we sail all alone,
like a tide breaks the line,
circumnavigates the globe,
laughing on fire.
Sunday, 31 July 2022
Francesca
Why treat me so uncouth,
enclude me in your dreams,
melt me lemon blue,
with your scents and perfumes,
and easy Ballet scenes,
don’t run a knife through glue,
your palace lies in ruins,
dances feather like in the sea,
its walls are yellow mildew,
take me there as rescue,
and forever gently ease,
its face to mine in tribute,
your tiny satin shoes,
splay like tambourines,
waiting for such a move,
why leave me here as rebuke,
if you’ve someone else to see,
no one need know the truth,
rise above its beams.
Saturday, 30 July 2022
Eileen
You'd pray everything’s right,
your daughter says,
including unforgiven light,
you smile between moans,
laugh as if sunlit all day,
but who will control us,
around your eyes,
there’s a certain terrain,
the love that we prized,
chasing numbers like a drone,
the lights of Bingo emporiums,
in rain or touch of snow,
as if passing by you sigh,
does everyone think that way,
smoking your Marlboro Lites,
could never get the tone,
as your family raged,
water falling pheromones,
no more use as blame.
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