Vignette

She lay on her back, on smooth, cold silk, stretched out, naked. Savouring coolness on square metres of skin. Little eddies of air danced, little dervishes on tiptoe, in her hair and on her face. Her arm, under her head, … Continue reading →

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Mindspace

Feed my mind with bits and pieces Of history, music, reason, rhyme… Snapshots, shreds of leather leashes, Memories stuck to sticky twine. With my head in books and niches, Marianne’s braid around my head, I play with words and pretty … Continue reading →

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Mother of Pearls

“The ashes,                                                       Shadowsong: Life goes on oh, how well I remember them.” Ashes form the bed to this river of tears. And, as rivers age and rivers flow,                    … Continue reading →

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Swansong

“QUESTIONING ONE’S SELF TAKES ONE MAN TO SALVATION   Shadowsong: It has been said AND ANOTHER MAN TO HELL.” Ask, and ye shall only realise the ignorance of others. They don’t give a damn! While you wait politely,             … Continue reading →

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Giggling Men…

(Giggling Men in Patent Pumps) I can hear the men giggling in my ‘hood, The men in the black patent pumps. I am pretty certain they are black, The pumps, not the men. I haven’t seen them, So I can … Continue reading →

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Annie Mille’s Song

“Cracked feet and bleeding heart, branches rip my breast apart, crouching low, my naked hide they hunt across the Great Divide.” Live like an animal, hunted, pain Close to the ground now, panther-speed Light bounces off me, dappled, golden Flat … Continue reading →

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Wifey

As he leaves for another day’s work, I close the door and shut me in. A perfect wife, grace under pressure, Content in her confines, made evident by the laugh lines – little fissures on her face. Mythified and idealised … Continue reading →

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Feminism

Feminism? Good lord! See, even my god is male… I’m afraid this case is hopeless, Such ideas are doomed to fail. All those impassioned bra-burners, Their breasts hanging determinedly down, Foreheads all creased and furrowed In perpetually disapproving frowns… The … Continue reading →

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