Friday 22 October 2010

12 days of fake wicca

on the 1st day on yule my true love gave to me
a brand new athame

on the 2nd day of yule my true love gave to me
2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 3rd day of yule my true love gave to me
3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 4th day of yule my true love gave to me
4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 5th day of yule true love gave to me
5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 6th day of yule my true love gave to me
6 pentagram, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 7th day of yule, my true love gave to me
7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams,5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 8th day of yule my true love gave to me
8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 9th day of yule my true love gave to me
9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 10th day of yule my true love gave to me
10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 11th day of yule my true love gave to me
11 body peircings, 10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame

on the 12th day of yule my true love gave to me
12 healing stones, 11 body peircings, 10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame.

Wedding woe*

Who would be
A bride today
With all the fuss and stress

Family guests
Who do nothing more
Than bitch about the dress

With parents who
invited Aunty Jane
to come from Timbuktu

Don't seat her there
Can you imagine the looks
Between her and Aunty Sue?

There is family small
and family large
Look there is Cousin Dick

Oh my Gods
There is Little Maisie
I think she's going to be sick!

The band I think
Are all of key
I think the singer must be drunk

They were booked as Celtic
But I think they are playin
Some Philadelphia Funk

Thank goodness for that
No one has noticed
I think it's time we disappear

We'll sneak away
Before they see us
And live happy  many a year.





* this was written for a dear friend Geraldine who was getting married and was spending way too much time worrying about it.

As you lay

As you lay dying at my feet
The blood gushing from your wounds
I looked back on the days gone by
The future that was the past
I remembered days of sunshine
Of happiness and joy
Of a shy teenage girl
And a very nervous boy

Those days were the happiest
Tell me, when did it all change?
When did lad become a monster
With his demons he had to fight?
The days they passed so slowly
With every drink and blow
With every bruise and lump
Which I could never show

The drinking it never ended
The abuse, the punches and fights
So many doors to walk into
So many soul destroying days
It got too much my darling
Once too often you did try
I snapped and picked up the sharp knife
I stabbed you, and now, you die

Cars

Quiet of a friday morning
Cars thunder
Shattering the peace

Pain


Pain and fatigue creeps up on me
With great stealth
Like hunters after prey

Insomnia

She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tock tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there unable to sleep.

She watches the clock digits changing
one by one, minute by minute.
She is waiting patiently,
Waiting for the slumber deep.

She hears the ghosts of night,
Cars, dog walkers and drunks
Passing by the window.
Still there is no sleep.

She lies there thinking
Is this what it is like?
Torture? Deprivation?
Still there is no slumber deep.

She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tick tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there still unable to sleep.

Monday 18 October 2010

Xmas shopping

Traffic queues
Tills are ringing
Empty purses
Drunks singing

Children screaming
Lights too bright
Unguarded handbags
Pickpocket's delight

Harassed workers
Angry drivers
Tired shoppers
School skivers

Xmas shopping
I regret
I'll stay at home
Shop via 'net

Wednesday 13 October 2010

Power

Is power worth the war?
Worth the life loss?
Worth the sight
Of families mourning
Sons and fathers,
Wives and daughters,
Brothers and sisters?

Is religion worth
The guns and bombs,
The fights and screams
Of a dying child
In a Father's arms
While the Mother cries
At the injustice?

What is the point?
We are but animals
In a world of power
Controlled by Nature.
We have no power,
We just fight
For survival.

Sunday 10 October 2010

Arachne

The spider sits and weaves the finest silk
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.





special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.

Thursday 7 October 2010

No justice

She showed such promise, straight A grades
Sporty, friendly, high achieving,
She talked about her friends quite happily
But they never seemed to pop in.

There was valid excuses for each mark
There was that bruise from P.E,
Where she tripped over the ball.
The cut from the scalpel in biology,

She tried to escape from the others
She told teachers but to no avail
Jumped off the bridge in full rush hour
The school says it wasn't their fail.

She sleeps in peace now forever
The bullies, they got off scot free.
Do you know what your child's up to?
They could be the victim, or even, bully.

Escape (3 line blank)

To dream of escape
is everyone's dream,
not just of the caged.

Tuesday 5 October 2010

Sorrow

I feel sorrow for my lover who has up and gone,
His decison to leave today, though it feels so wrong.
I must though rise above it, and get on with my life.
I shall ignore him in the street as he walks with his wife.

Argh

The word refuse to come out right
Nothing seems to rhyme
So you will have to put up with this rubbish
until the words arrive on time!

Friday 1 October 2010

The Hunters.

Slowly the hunters stalk their prey,
Silently moving toward them
Positioning for the perfect shot.
Carefully camouflaged within their surroundings
They prepare to take aim.
They shoot...another victim becomes prey
To the paparazzi.

Rain

On the old tin roof the rhythm of heavy raindrops
Bounce like a million tennis balls.
Over running torrents, cars slide sideways,
Drivers regain control to prevent serious collision.


Rivers rise to the brink of overflow,
To exacerbate the fear of residents
Of a repeat of the last floods,
From which they have only just recovered.


The rain is still falling.