Glazed face, time waned, Gazes, glass-eyed, through window pane. Withered hand, pressed to glass, Watches, voiceless, as nameless pass. Silent stare, that no one knew, Folds, empty-pained, from framed view, “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Window’
Tag: Character
Bike
Propped in the corner of the gravel yard, with time-tanned saddle and rusted chain, Thunbergia growing round it’s russet frame. She’d ridden to town to meet him, dark eyes alight with sunlight, tangled curls of copper teasing the wind. They married as spring unfolded and rode on from there together, she his unruly freedom and …
Grain
I remember you, curls blonde, toes curled, crouched on sun-baked sand Small fingers, not yet three, gently lifting little grains, watching them fall again Nose pressed close, blue-gaze fixed, tongue tip on salted-lip, sand ingrained in finger tips You counted the grains one, two, three, how could you know it would take eternity To know …
Closing Time
Old Year’s Day draws to its close Raucous room pressed full in warm-faced embrace Separate and alone propped against beer-soaked oak He is found lost in the crowd’s refrains Resonating in silence his disconnected pain. Jovial masquerade acts on in stupor Group-laugh passes by on curve of crescendo then wanes and fades into the future. …
The Art Teacher
You sketched your death on a post it note, Etched portrait laid in charcoal coffin, Lined up your family to gaze in, Their hands laden with the days shopping. I sensed the irony of wry dry smile Drawn in to hide your sadness, Tender like the ink-press of a bruise, I watched you ashen …
A Shuffle of Grandads
a shuffle of grandads an aching of bones an aching of waiting a weighting of days a set in of ways a lone of being a being of alone. a drift of forgotten a company of estranged a part of the past a party of none a promise of lost a murder of grief …
Nights Comfort Lost
They live on the corner, Both lost, but together known, Between the council house and the carpet shop They make-shift a kerbside home. She, drug-thin, snow-flake skin Barely hiding the little left within Yesterday’s jeans slip slight from her hips Yet undeterred and unrefined, she effs and blinds. He, blind-drunk, weaves and creaks …
“Expression 