Punchbag

In the distance, the permanent close distance,The uniform tempo looms.It booms.The steady, slow, dull, dread, drone of a timpani of tyranny.The throbbing thud of armour-plated hooves on the ground,Heavy and steady,Marching in perfect time.Cloaked in shadows with no weight,They weigh in with punches made of leaden leather memories.Jabs of childhood,Crosses of marriage,Parental uppercuts,Pounding, pounding, pounding.OneContinue reading “Punchbag”

The Mason’s neglect

I wrote this for Mental Health Awareness Day after spending time reflecting on my darker days. ………………….. The suffocating silence of the crowd breathes heavily through the stone walls built of granite bricks chiselled into shape and place by the masons of neglect. And the Facebook post read; “here if you need me”. Skin, heavyContinue reading “The Mason’s neglect”

Symphony of the Glen

Today we are asked to try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. We should sink into the sound of our location and use a conversational tone, incorporating slant rhymes (near or off-rhymes, like “angle” and “flamenco”) into our poem. For an extraContinue reading “Symphony of the Glen”

A Freudian slice of Bacon

March 31. The self-portraits of Francis Bacon and Lucien Freud have captivated me for a long time. so I grabbed the prompt and the chance to write about both of them. Tectonic plates of colour collide, and slide,So much man mud, muddled, confused.Internally, Externally abused. The fist to the head,The minds that bleed; and bled.WhoContinue reading “A Freudian slice of Bacon”