Feet

For Sumani Sumani in Anuradhapura, Sept 2010 – just 3 months before her passing.   A house – not empty But left cold by your absence Chills me more than the Weather outside. . I step inside, And feet already cold from the outdoors Get colder still Despite safe haven from the wind. I take…

Grace

Human Being Four, by feunS Mud. All over her shoes, dripping off the edges of her trousers. Grace grimaces and kicks her feet, sending her sodden shoes rolling sluggishly away from her. Tom watches her entry, annoyed already. “You’re leaving dirt everywhere” he remarks. “Bite me” she mutters darkly and stomps her way past him…

Barbed wire

Barbed, by Valimar A little boy stares through barbed wire, wondering which direction his home is. He reaches out to rest his fingers between the rusted knots of wire but his watchful mother calls out to him to be careful. At the same time, a soldier patrolling nearby walks briskly up to him and pushes…

Why did you go?

Forever gone, by inharmony Why did you go just when I needed something to believe in? When I needed to look out there and know that magic existed? When I needed to listen to music and have the words mean something, have them guide me towards decisions I found too difficult to make on my…

Michael Jackson: Never Can Say Goodbye

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the…

Love. Lost.

Sadness inspires – I find the connotations of this rather grim, but I still can’t deny the truth of it. Why doesn’t happiness have the same effect, I wonder? Some of man’s best work was created in fits of rage, anxiety, insecurity and extreme pain. A sad story is always a good story. I don’t…

Heated thoughts

The heat of the afternoon smothers her in an uncomfortable embrace. She’s desperate for escape but there is none. She’s at her desk. Her work is open and politely asking for attention, but unrelated thoughts meddle with her focus. If three’s a crowd, her brain is home to a multitude. She can almost feel them…

Reality Bites

butterflies, by smile-d   The girl fidgeted in the heat of the afternoon. She was at her grandmother’s house for lunch with her parents and some other guests and she was bored. Grown-up shop talk didn’t interest her. She yawned, staring at the slow moving blades of the fan, trying to hang her vision on…

Bang, bang…My baby shot me down

My heart broke again last night.   But I think it was for the last time. Finally. For the last time.     Strong inadvertently told me that he was in love with someone else. He proclaimed it to the world and for the first time, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.     That…