Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



Middy and Me #NaPoWriMo2018 16

I am hungry! I can see your desperation Feed me now! I reach for tin and opener I love you, I really do! There you go, enjoy! Go away! I don't need you now Ungrateful wretch! Bah! You are Nothing... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror #NaPoWriMo2018 15

Rue the day I do, ere I looked at you Every morning, filled with regret Foolish girl, who listened to you - Listened to an enchanting voice. Enough now of your blandishments! Cease your false compliments and lies! Today I... Continue Reading →

Empty Moon #NaPoWriMo2018 14

I didn't find God on the moon Not a he nor a she did I find Only rocks and shadows did I see. Not an alien to run and hide Only empty rockscape - an alien world That fills our... Continue Reading →

A Syllabic Disaster #NaPoWriMo2018 13

Google You were no help I could not understand This syllabic verse idea I have given up now I will not try Goodbye

After The Listeners by Walter de la Mare #NaPoWriMo2018 12

Is there anybody there? Said the Traveller As the rain, it pelted down He beat the door with a sodden fist And glared with a stormy frown Why won't you answer the door, he shouted I can hear you moving... Continue Reading →

Family counts #NaPoWriMo2018 11

-1 I wasn't the first There was the girl who came before me Whose three names I inherited One I arrived in winter, premature And terrifying in my tininess I slept in a sock drawer Two My brother arrived in... Continue Reading →

Anagram Nightmare #NaPoWriMo2018 10

Devastated, I cannot read! I feel cursed, my dear My hands flutter like a robin That searches for nut or nib I lie abed staring at the time The numbers that neon emit I yawn and toss and turn To... Continue Reading →

Sacramental #NaPoWriMo2018 09

I do not go usually To the Church I was born to, Only the Church That is the earth. Special family events The big three: Births, deaths and marriages. I love to stand in an empty church And hear the... Continue Reading →

Shadows and Silhouettes #NaPoWriMo2018 07

Shadows and silhouettes Of empty promises From bitter hearts and minds They will not hurt me My spirit rises above them Carried aloft by my love

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