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Remember Grenfell

Standing still
like a leftover sausage
on a barbecue skewer
their homes a charred
reminder of how little
their lives were
worth to those who
clink prosecco glasses
in the amber glow
of mood
lighting as they make
decisions about
our
futures
who will live and who
will live it up
but this pain will not be
forgotten
like a pin prick or a
bee sting
so take note
prosecco drinkers
take cover
we will get you back
justice will be done
you will pay
for the smouldering remnants
of our lives
wait
and
see
we
are
coming
for
you

 

Things are happening…

Suddenly, I seem to be dealing with a little flurry of public interest in my work. Two or three magazines are interested in publishing some of my poems all of a sudden. At the same time, I am entering a few competitions so I am feeling quite busy. Watch this space (if nothing else, the blank page might make you feel calm lol)…

Insomnia

Victoria of dVerse poets has set the challenge to write a lai this week. This is an old French form: a nine-line poem that uses a rhyme scheme following this pattern:
aab
aab
aab.
The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables;
the “b” rhyme lines only have 2 syllables.

Quite a challenge to convey any sort of meaning within such strict parameters but I gave it a go anyway!

 

Listening to the rain
Soothes my weary brain
At night

I can only feign
Sleep, the night’s refrain
Till light

Morning brings fresh pain
Of thought once again
For spite

Play

 

Took our kids to nursery
this morning,
smiled
as they played away
in the sand pit.
Sat in the front row
at our daughter’s concert
this afternoon,
snapped photographs
as she played away
on the violin.

Had coffee with our neighbour
this evening,
as I waited
for my husband
to come home for dinner –
working late again,
I shrugged.
Or maybe,
she said,
playing away.