Thought we’d squeeze in another Poetry Pimple before the end of the month…
Every unkind word,
Every mean look
Or spiteful gesture
Each nasty word
Each liberty you took
The casual blatant disregard
I will gather these gems of bitterness
And hoard them to me
Greedily like a dragon with its gold.
Then, one day when you are watching,
I will cast these gems before you
And watch you squirm
Then as you are watching
I will laugh
And you will burn.
Sky Mirror by Anish Kapoor – the reflection caught a lovely summer sun and sky
Waking up freezing
Coughing and sneezing
Preparing to meet
Another day of wet feet.
Whipped by the wind
And beaten by rain
To cause physical pain
And that’s just Spring…
Summer, true Summer
Benevolent and caring
Paddling pools and suncream
And ice cream sharing
The warmth collects
Like molten oil
In aching bones
While others boil
I rejoice in the baking heat
Life is good!
Life is sweet!
Hell won’t be hot enough for me.
And that was this month’s Poetry Pimple… Happy Friday everybody!
My thanks must go to Gillian of Paper Puff for the idea for the name of what is becoming a regular ‘spot’ on my blog… if you pardon the pun!
The black night of my soul is drawing in,
As thick as blood and bitter as sin.
Bones are aching, teeth are grinding,
Passion dead, hatred binding.
Lost am I: lost in the pit
How can I be when I do not fit?
Torn to pieces, shredded and bare
How can I live when I do not care?
Reaching out, I touch your fur,
Feel your paw, hear your purr.
How could I forget that you were there?
My little cat, full of love and care.