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Bluebird
Chalky milk tuft and pinion
You are the lampshade
Perching on my head.
Blink coal beads and
Stare back peck golden.
With a swift shuffle
Fine blue fluffy fluff
Twist coils, turn screws
Eat, pick, gnaw, rub and
Tac, tac, tac.
Bony hooks grip each hair,
Corner of swinging frame,
Yes contented to be your happy place.
Press your face to mine so
Each glancing Eskimo kiss
Tail bobs up down, up down.
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Tempest
New short poem "Tempest" @cultreject - hot of the #wordpress
Through swirling winds Whistling kettles burning steam screech wildly into the night No more, no more I say cowering down upon the floor But there is nowhere to hide from winter’s icy storm. As such the bristling frozen empty branches beckon the boundless squall on Buckling and creeking No bird flaps to breach the fractured world Not one peep or chirrup The world is too busy breathing Heavy and…
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Egil's Arrow
I've written a new chapter of my book 'Legend of Aerin' called 'Egil's Arrow' #fantasyfiction
Fjalar the dwarf pulled back his dark cumbersome hood so that two large, hairy ears could be seen twitching in every direction whilst his stout body did drag leaden feet along the southern path that the four weary travellers had been travelling upon for now several days. Orpheus meanwhile walked with one hand placed purposefully against a spear protruding from its woven casing that lay across…
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Day 15: Love is
The killer/ a rose/ the salvation
or colder than death.
Red energy that cuts through air
With selfish, suicidal conviction.
Love is mixtapes, red-wine and sweet kisses,
Love is stronger than death
But may die quickly.
Intravenous drug to inject,
To shout, to roar, to fight about.
It fills your heart with helium so
Quickly to be popped,
Pricked and thrown away.
Love is inspirational gift baskets
Or petrol station flowers that wilt after
24 hours,
That will rot and deflower,
Pretty petals tossed aside.
Love is hot and sticky,
Sweat and pain not chocolate-coated sweetness,
Love is lust and the morning after, and the morning after that.
It is her sick on the stairs, the broken plant pot,
The cuddly stuffed bear that you hate
And the lies you both tell to protect each other.
It is her hand in your hand, trusting and easy,
It is nothing like what you thought it would be,
But it doesn't matter,
Because love is_love.
It's the one thing we all believe in,
To hope for, to long for
That glistens on the horizon,
Or sits solidly in our stomach after being eaten,
Swelling our bodies with pride
And enduced euphoria.
Love, lust, chemicals, imbalance, placebo,
Whatever it is I am affected,
It_you effect me,
This affection is permanent.
Published Under Your Spell, Forward Press
Day 10: Truth
To dabble in truth is to shade
Life in grey, so much
Darkness clouds our existence
That this truth appears
As small as a single droplet.
Yet when it hits the water
Becomes Potassium,
Becomes Sodium,
Becomes an infinite ink diffusion.
Never separated
Always infected.
Fingers brush against broken lips,
Hair flicked from eyes,
This is sin.
I feel it crawling against my skin.
They don't tell you about this
In high school.
In that murky water
Embodying truth.
Now it is too late,
Now I cannot sleep.
I sip black coffee with that
Nervous energy of a liar.
Liars drink coffee
Because they fear sleep.
Liars drink alcohol
Because they hope to forget.
Yet like the bitter dry stale
After-taste in their
Morning mouth
Will never be undone.
Fear is the worst of
Punishments
For it will
Consume you.
Green Love
I pursued her with conviction,
Mast-high and dipping prow.
We danced amongst summer fires,
Red-devils whirling and twirling so fast,
Light flickering in water
Strange blues and greens.
She would kiss me till her lips bled.
All under hot and burned cinder skies
Tinted copper and bloodied by such red sun.
Je t'aime toujours.
Day after day, day after day
Breathless; we could not speak
As if our youthful lungs were chalk-clogged,
Our throats cut and
Hung about each other as anchors.
We muttered words of honey-dew with bright eyes glistening
Viewing lush green plains and streams trickling.
Her hair flew wildly
Fanning my cheeks in a meadow-gale.
I could not draw my eyes from hers
So softly did we stand there that a ladybird crawled freely over our bare feet
Before spreading wing to catch a gust of wind.
Yet even as that gentle breeze did blow I was of sense forlorn.
Sadness crept as quickly as shadow creeps
Upon our world once dusk has found its footing.
The fall of night brought chill and darkness,
A thin grey cloud spread,
Our horizon lost.
Her as subject divine no longer shined,
Youthful song had all but been banished leaving an ache
For ethereal time to stop and
repeat.
Yet it could never be contained
Even by our innocent naked souls entwined in lovers' embrace nor
Solemn calls to the land to swallow us up
Together under rolling hills.
Many have succumbed to such fleeting summer's sun.
We fell to the ground then and clasped each other's knees,
Our faces hopeful but voices faltering.
Those sugared words kept us
Sleeping cradled in each other's arms,
Another night to listen to our gentle breathing.
But morning brought those dreaded bells
Ringing load to prise us clams apart.
I looked through eyes clogged with the residue of sleep
Upon her stern eyes and furrowed brow
To see a stranger's face.
In tearing from our makeshift bed her body was replaced
By cold vacancy to be my companion.
She stared at her busty form reflected in the river's edge as if altered.
Changeling.
So we had stirred from our wild pleasure
And wandered home carried by such tender breeze
Back towards rooftops, cobbled streets and all such of our birthplace.
Our hands were joined until we met the metal bridge
Cold beneath our naked feet.
From that moment you
Dropped your hand to hang it limp by your side.
If love is flower-like then this was our falling petals.
Summer changed, as all summers do,
To dampened greens, burnt orange and browns of Fall.
Our apple tree, once carved with rash knife-strokes and stained with our blood,
Was bent with fruit ripened and plump,
Bearing down towards the sod.
Reddened leaves decorated its branches from which their spring blossom had strayed.
In a flash lighthearted youth had grown weary,
Leaving in its place lonely anguish laid hidden in the tall grass of meadowed fields.
Like the apple's loose blossom
We drifted apart,
Lifted from our roots and so far,
Fleeting flowers from once entwined branches
Now sole petals just like any other
Abandoned to the earth.
Memories soiled by what could have been
Yet never was.
Copyright Cult Reject 2012
