She tipped the rest of her tea into his lap and stamped out of the busy café. His eyes were as big as saucers.Jen had bought the Kit Kat and a cuppa with her last pennies. She’d fancied chocolate to go with her peaceful read.He hadn’t asked if he could sit in front of her, … Continue reading The Kit Kat
Easter Sunday
Hungerford Bridge
There are places in Central London that will always take my breath away. Here will always be one of my favourites.
Poem: Your eyes disappointed me most.
Two years ago i found out my husband of five months had cheated on me. Happy Anniversary: Your eyes disappointed me most. What I mistook for deep wells of honesty, Were actually fathomless pools of regret. And, each declaration you bestowed on me Was your own, furtive lament. Now i bow to you, awesome piece … Continue reading Poem: Your eyes disappointed me most.
Poem: The Old Man
Cars and buses, feet on wet pavement, Swoosh, tap, pace, and rap. And you, oblivious to time, you lament At dark windows, docking your cap. Dapper old man in your battered suit, Aiming your lighter toward your fag, A story set in your own head, you salute All that is familiar to you; a sad, … Continue reading Poem: The Old Man
The Only One
I’ve been following the news story on the shootings in Annecy, in the French Alps. I picture the four year old who was found 8 hours later, cowering under the bodies of her parents and think, what sort of human being would do that? Zeena has inspired me to start a short story… My ears … Continue reading The Only One
My Bracelet
Trapped in my bracelet. The hazard of one. Struggle to put on, Hassle to get off. I need a firm hand, To caress my wrist, And assist, In the removal Of this bracelet.
Poem: I’m Crap at Resolutions
I’m a bit crap at resolutions, me I try to find the fusion you see Between easy, with something impressive That will raise an eyebrow, or two I try to allude to tenacity But in the end my resolve to be - good melts, like the ice in a baileys dream. Or, disappears – like … Continue reading Poem: I’m Crap at Resolutions
Poem: The Resolution
I'll allow the tv to collect dust; Fame, drama, lust and celebrity; White noise, no poise just Do not bring you nearer to me. I'm putting a curb on my tongue; Lies, gossip, fake intimacy Dark fun - all leave hearts stung and, does not bring you nearer to me. I’ll stick to these resolutions. … Continue reading Poem: The Resolution
Don’t Text When You’re Drunk
I blame laughter and Sauvignon Blanc; Friday night, an inept DJ. I wonder how you read my misspelled words. Did they whisper or shout at 2am? Mute in the light; grey and painful, Each idiom deciphered, pored over. Now expectancy fills the space in my chest, Heavy and humid like my damp flat. Present residue, … Continue reading Don’t Text When You’re Drunk
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