30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 12

Subliminal Subluxation

 

as a spine shifts

so you shift

from our family to theirs

my words no longer the last

 

though for now your name is ours

already you seek their approbation

 

 

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30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 11

Getting Older

I remember you saying
the young are like rosebuds
beautiful
full of promise
but closed

a full-blown rose
shows all
to those who walk
in the garden

open
I gently allow
my petals to fall
returning my essence
to the hungry soil

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30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 10

Swipers
  

Lying in wait for drivers
trapped in immobile cars.
In this direction,
it is the windscreen-wipers.

Northbound, they clutch stunted roses
packaged for those en-route
to the dead centre of the town

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30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 9

Second Fiddle

made first
the large pot-bellied violin
was always destined
to play second fiddle

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30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 8

I dare not imagine

today
my imagination
will not even
take me as far
as this sheet of paper

yet my grandmother
who normally showed no artistic flair
tipped two small chairs
harnessed a rocking horse
and led us to the north pole

in her youth
she sang to young men
bid Johnny God-speed
as he marched away
while handing feathers to the more reluctant

now she dares not imagine
lest she admit
where and what she sung them to
and worst of all remember
that Johnny did not come marching home

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30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 7

Into the Valley of Death

“The only road for an Englishman”*

lead to this grim plain
this salient point,
this Pryse* paid.

“We are making a new world” **

not a green valley yielding produce

but a sodden marshy plain.
charred fingers of murdered trees
reaching skyward to the burning sun.
*1914 Recruitment poster “The Only Road For an Englishman” for Underground Electric Railways Ltd by Gerald Spencer Pryse

** 1918 Painting “We Are Making a New World” by Paul Nash

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30/30 Poetry Challenge – WXW -Day 6

6- things people say

“I have forced myself to contradict myself

In order to avoid conforming to my own tastes.”

― Marcel Duchamp

things people say

it’ll all come out in the wash” they say

but it won’t

not if life is like laundry.

navy blue school pinafore dress, mixed with whites

means grubby socks and dull shirts

mortally wounding the very soul

of the youngest child.

you have to be cruel to be kind”

the needle-point,

sterilised with the cool blue centre

of a Swan Vestas match,

digs softly into eldest child’s pain-flushed young foot

defiiantly walked on kitchen floor

against parental advice.

needle rolls and finds glass shard.

needle digs and removes,

guided

by a father’s compassionate hand,

an apple never falls far from the tree”

She only ever planted

one small weeping willow,

but gave birth to one sport

always most at home in the garden.

Or to be more accurate, on the allotment.

In place of blousy blood-shot dahlias

or foliage with triple-latin names,

the middle daughter boasts

of sunday roast with five home-grown veg.

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