I have been lucky to have had some success recently, but it doesn’t make rejections any easier. I entered this poem in a competition with the theme of ‘monster’, but it was not selected.
A cold northern breeze
Tumbles down the street
And the ashen sun
Slips below buildings
Scribbled in coal and soot
The hooligan artist
Hits the pavement
In one hand spray paint
In the other a can of Stella
Feet clad in toe-capped boots
Lurking on the corner
Under corporation spotlights
Face like the arse
The nurse
Smacked
On the day he was born
Lightning tattooed
Like a scar
Across his forehead
Misogynistic monster
How did we create you?
Was the searing pain
Warning of our fate?
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
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writing in north norfolk 