This is a collection of poems about various things that have prompted me to sit down and write verse.
Ghosts
On my sofa, sitting there
With their perfume and their stares
And their spotless coats and shoes,
Not real, plastic shop dummies
Speaking lies and saying You
And I feel their weight and the cut in my life,
Invisible blade invisible knife
To rip a hole in my life,
Take me with it and tear me with it,
As I sit and tell them
I am blameless while I clutch her
In my mind the blonde creature stares and
Makes a beckon with her hand,
My daughter follows and I
See the world shattered,
Child snatchers on my sofa,
In my life,
May as well have raped me
And done it with a knife.
Now the monsters all are gone,
Slithered back to where they belong
I know she is here with me and safe,
But I still see ghosts about this place,
Where monsters lurked
Their ghosts reside,
My house is not my home
Not completely any more,
No safety here like before,
Nothing the same I have to choose
To leave the ghosts behind -
And move.
Caught One
Up and down the gas pipe
Like you didn't care
You even stopped and dawdled
When you saw me standing there.
Droppings on the work top
Right next to the kettle,
You ran about and wandered
As if it was your house
You gave a squeak and scurried,
But next time I went past,
I wondered, did you hear the snap
When you fell onto that hard sprung trap?
And as your mousey life flashed past,
Vermin, did you hear me laugh?