Words

We had words.  Some bitter some sharp Some that soured on our tongues Even as they curled out our mouths. I imagine us in a bougainvilleaed cafe Somewhere bright and sunny  A wooden table between us Our ankles crossed underneath Almost touching but not quite A salad bowl of words between us. We could pick…

Little big mouth

I want to write poetry Like the masters write them Supplicate thoughts for sounds  And emotions for words I want to write like I feel Like when the bitch in me  Finds a dog burrowing in the sand Only the sand is not the coarse yellow soil  It is the sky.  And the dog is…

Happiness 

Are you happy, they asked.  I smiled at them.  Did you find happiness,  they asked. I nodded, yes,  Where did you find it, still they asked,  Was it hard to find?  I found happiness in my heart Deep within the corner of an eye. In the gleam of a quiet smile. In the hands that…

Just this. 

How can I let you know That choices are never choices That the options you have Are often governed By voices, not your own? That feelings are just feelings They pass. What hurt yesterday Today is water off a duck’s arse.  You change, those ideals You wear high upon your breast, They change. You think …

Death wish.

I carved myself a death wish the day you died “Not one day over forty two”, I said “I cannot live more than half a life Without you.” I was denied.  Nights like these I am glad that I am alive.  When I watch my daughters dance And think of nights of chance With you,…

Sole-fully. 

I saw an ad for a shoe ‘One sole several straps’ One can change colours, One of life’s many hacks. I paused, amused by the line Your face shimmered before me Un-synchronized in time and space A glint,  a smile only I could see. I reached out, “I am ready,” I said Take me away…

neatly pressed

I snatched this poem from the mouth of Night as it raced past me on its red-golden steed to the deepening light   I stole these lines from the  teardrop on a white  flower as it lay glittering and dying in the morning sun   I will take these words to the bottom of the…

Red Boots

When I was small I had red boots How I adored them, I marked each shoe ‘L’ and ‘R’, lest I wore them wrong Lest someone saw and laughed, Lest I ceased to belong. I would dance on demand, I’d pirouette For a clap of hands, a compliment Till my father saw me in those…

Indifferent

I ventured into the world to share my indifference There was no love in my well laid plans No debilitating emotions to weigh me down. No nervous paraphernalia of fluttering hands. When I was born you whispered in my ear: and that was enough as I lay in the afternoon sun shivering on the cold…

If a song…

If a song could tell a story what a tale it would tell… Of sweaty nights and wild exploits spouting from a bottle made in Hell. Of the lush kisses when it found a voice Pouting lips that caressed it as it fell. Of lonely nights clutching at mottled sheets Faces streaming with tears that…

Fleeting…

I want to flail, falter and fail immune to your assault the whisper in my ear urging me to be strong.   I wish to fumble: futile and feeble groping out of these walls chafing against your bones fighting the need to be strong.   I need to flee, furtive and fallow hide within the…

It rains

It rain it rains it rains On my mind from the skies  It rains. Crocheted into the day Slyly into the night  It rains. Droplets of joy  Drops of indignation  It rains Nothing dries I wipe the tear soaked face Hug the dog his fur is damp Still, it rains.