Tag: poetry

The Graveyard

Under the black yew tree, the pale girl waits.

Hair knotted, eyes sunken, feet coated in mud.

She sits in the gloom from dawn until late,

singing strange notes, garbled by blood

that pours from her mouth, her nose and her eyes.

It runs from her body and pools on the ground.

If you were to visit, then it would be wise

to keep your mouth shut and not make a sound,

as she hates people and will not delay

in charging towards them, eyes frenzied, claws splayed.

She doesn’t distinguish between friends and prey.

If you have a brain then you should be afraid.

For the blood that runs freely is not her own,

You don’t want to be under one of these stones.

Walk Between the Lines

Stocky legs heave up the playing field.

White tipped angles pieced together

by dirty blotchy green skin.

The divide between victory

and defeat.

They compete

as the cubist tower

spills across the floor

and the lonely tree watches

Stocky legs hold up the playing field.

White tipped angles pieced together

by dirty blotchy green skin.

Empty on both sides.

The lonely tree

can’t compete.

It stands alone.

Stubby joints rusted red

in the ice blue sunlight.

Journey to Liskeard

The sour smell of sweat

lingers in the metal tube

where ants scurry to their seats,

governed by a muffled voice

that echoes down the throat

of a scaleless snake.

He slivers down a parallel path

adorned by fuzzy green

that clings to walls and telegraph poles.

Sunlight gleams off every leaf,

as if the trees bare gold

instead of seeds.

Wild grasses crowned

with floppy pink and purple hats,

wave in a gentle breeze

that cannot sway the riders

who travel in

the belly of the beast.

Procrastination Poem

Don’t worry about the laundry,

it’ll dry on its own.

Stop reading through your emails.

Put down your bloody phone.

You’ve had enough to eat for now,

don’t need another drink.

Just sit down and do some work.

You have to try and think.

Sugar isn’t helping.

You’re hyper as hell.

And listening to Death Note tunes

won’t turn you into L.

You’ve made seven essay plans

each one pretty much the same.

You only write half the piece

before deciding to start again.

The deadline is approaching,

You’re getting far too tense.

Just write the damn assessment

and pray it makes some sense!