Without a grave where, lonely, I can weep,an urn or box of ashes I can keep,her soul lives on in photographs and songsshe used to sing when I was very young,the ones I loved to hum to my own child,and hum them still while walking in the wildand windy autumn lanes, wet-eyed with griefand almost […]
Tag: Lament
The Thylacine’s Lament
They alliterated me, called me the Tasmanian Tiger, me, a marsupial. They think they obliterated me, but here I am, lurking in the murky shadows between sorrow and laughter, cowering in sun burnt woods. I only come out at night, and you are waiting to find out if my bark is worse than my bite. […]
The Lugworms’ Lament
Foam of sun-sparkled morning tide silvers sea-side beachcombers’ treasures: wave-whipped windswept strands strewn with jettisoned jewels, jelly encrusted with shell grit and grains of sand. Brackish bladderwrack, entangled like rubber bands, vesicles gasping, protuberant thyroid glands, flutter flirty flimsy fronds, release gametes in a dioecious dance of fertilisation. All the while we humble lugworms, the […]
The Lonely Vampire’s Lament
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #103 In the shadows, I await The creaking of the garden gate, With my tendency to hallucinate In my isolophilia. The scalding sunlight makes me sick, Bubbles my skin like vinyl mosaic, But my passionless life will be over quick In my isolophilia. And then, in the […]
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