Sunday, August 28, 2011

Leftovers



Stranded spaghetti
in this family
pieces of meat in sectioned off plastic
what else?

thinking back
a jacket and a turned over chair
a rusk tin, expired
expired products these days
pink baby clothes
little hands little handed
music catered for a party, they never came
leftover here with me

Friday, August 26, 2011

Hide&Seek



Ready
I'm ready
to find you
around corners
behind closed doors
inside forgotten moth balled cupboards
nothing

Beneath a hill, covered in soil
floating fronds in a stream hide a scream
nothing

There, I have found
Marie biscuit bread biscuit crumbs
Smarties, one red, one pink
dropped in urgency
you are there
here I am
found from behind
time.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

About Me



The only name I have got
Seven years
Three rooms in my house
Very few freckles
Three clocks
Four cold water taps
Four hot water taps
Size of my hand is on the page
Favorite book The Worst Witch

Adapt or die
Connect the dots
Come and find me.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Who



Who noticed when you left
left me bereft
when you you turned away and cried
tried to hide

Who noticed when you died
left me inside
left me behind
in the winter light
blind.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Country Cooking


Afternoon falls
look over the garden, leaves, lavender
the mountain watching me watching the leaves
light up the gas stove
tie the St Francis Bay apron
begin the process of stirring
stirring
cooking in the countryside.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Most Wanted List



Female
Aged thirteen
Buried below the sand

Female
Aged fifteen
Drowned, searching for a pearl in the mud

Female
Aged sixteen
Tripped down a never ending flight of stairs
Failing to slow down

Female
Aged eighteen
Skidded a car sideways
In the rain,

Female
Aged twenty
Drank herself into a coma
Trying to belong

Female
Aged thirty
Disappeared in front of the world
Desperate to be loved.


Mountain Morning



Wise, in a word
Watching over hundreds of us, through history
Mountain in the morning
Windmill, almost forgotten
Slowly,  begins to turn
I asked, help me
 Light wind came
Slowly, begins to turn.




Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Shivering Rice


Rice can be nice
friendly, fluffly
but sometimes
rice can get cold
you were four years old
when you told me the story

Remind me to tell you this
one day
when the world becomes depressingly normal.

Monday, August 1, 2011

An Unlikely Shopping Mall



Up there
up high, you say
there is a big shopping mall
in the sky

You can choose where to go
resting on a cloud
Pink milkshakes and pirates
anything you like