I gave my love,
I gave him all
He didn’t see me
Not at all
I gave my love,
I gave him all
He didn’t see me
Not at all
She will sashay around the houses
Glide over Park Lane and Mayfair
Yet grumble about her time spent
On Old Kent Road
Where she had to talk
To a man, that was a dog
Trying to chase a top hat
in the wind
If she finds herself
behind bars
Flush with cash
She will still roll the die
And grumble at the double
Thrown on the third try
Instead of the first
She’s so unlucky
When she takes a chance
on life, on the game
She gets a trip to Pall Mall
That’s declared a waste
She never had to pass go
Never mind the opportunity
to buy, arose from this
The deed quietly tucked away
She catches a train
Two in fact
Yet complains
About sharing the connection
Pouts at not winning
The beauty competition
The grey note scrunched
In her hand
As the banker glares
It’s not fair
When she gets hit for street repairs
Those ten hotels make a dent
If only she had none
Like the iron
So unjust
Life was just not fair
To a girl like her
The streetlights flicker as he crosses the road
My heart thumping through my chest
As I slow my pace
Let them overtake
That’s what they say isn’t it
All the self help guides
About staying out of trouble
Slow down
Keep safe
The raindrops patter lightly
On my umbrella
Does it really shelter me
Does it hide my trepidation
Will these flimsy sticks of metal and webbing
Really shield me
From the reality
The footsteps pause
Do I dare glimpse around
I hear the flick
Flick of a lighter
I stop holding my breath
And inhale deeply
As I walk past him
In a borrowed overcoat
And tinted glasses
I sigh.
Relieved at the discovery
The getaway he desired
so often,
Only an old craving
He wanted to hide
I get that,
We all have our secrets
I shake off the umbrella
Hand my coat to the attendant
And join him at the bar
Yes, we both need a getaway
To fulfil our old cravings
I thought I would try something different today and grab some inspiration from a prompt and after finding Mara Eastern’s blog, I felt inspired to join in with the Poetry 101 RehabΒ idea of using ‘Getaway’ as a starting point.
I initially started off with the idea of getting away from somebody but as you can see it kind of spiralled into a different direction, though I think I like the outcome, seems different to my usual writing.
Roll up, roll up,
You’ll want to see
This wondrous sight
I guarantee
Those gangster hippos
wearing shades
in pin stripe suits
hawking their trades
To strutting tigers
in flat caps
and skin lined coats
They’re fake…perhaps
Or maybe you want
a vision less brutal
chimney sweep penguins
miming a recital
Bowler hat bears
could be more favourable?
With lemons on faces –
Apples unavailable
Ladies and Gentlemen
You may well prefer
Feasting your mince pies
On a real connoisseur
The top hatted otter
with gilded monocle
sometimes quite fussy
but always methodical
Though boys and girls
Might like to see
Those Burberry
clad chimpanzees
Then for all you
sporting types
a chance to swim
in with the pikes
So as you can see
there’s plen’y ter do
Come buy yaaahr ticket
For London Zoo!
“You cannot nuzzle inside my head”
These are the words I hear as I press my cheek against his.
A tigress
marking her scent
on the bark
of a tree
Nudging against the confines of her boundaries
Avidly,
Ardently,
Eager to keep her sacred ground
I move in closer, smothering her scent with my sweat.
Β
You slip
Away from me
Every night
Every morning
Every hour
of your absence
Β
I try to hold you
Etching your face
into my eyelids
Imploring my ear drums
Not to forget
Your sweet dulcet tones
Beseeching my body
Not to dull the tingle
The shiver of you
Β
Yet with each passing day
Each passing hour
You slowly fade
and die in me
I want to be kissed
In a cascade of droplets
In the movie rain
It’s warm,
Too warm to sleep
Yet he manages
somehow
Thick air clambering at his throat
Musky claws grasping at his clammy skin
Studded with jewels of scented sweat
Glistening in dim light, he struggles to breathe
A deep gargle of pollen clad air
Causes a snort of suffocation
The mask of intoxication
Peeling back his dreams
Leaving only a crisp clean layer
of subjugation
Enslaved
Conquered
Yet somewhere
on the other side of town
She lies awake, shivering
Pressed against frigid sheets
Knees tucked into her chest
Dithering in the tepid air
Yet all the while thinking
Of a man she once knew
And how warm it used to be
I couldn’t leave you like that
A crumpled heap of overused clichΓ©s
Damp and sodden with wine
Your mind over analysing
Regressing
Stretching the perforations
Scratching the threads of scars
Demonising your very existence
“You didn’t leave me,
for that I thank you,
Thankfully it wasn’t a weekday“
You melt, on my tongue
The slight murmur as you curl
into my moistness
You sizzle and sigh as I taste you
Closing my mouth tight
around your form
You pop
Against the back of my throat
An eruption of energy
that softens to a low hum
Sweet… intoxicating
Your juice sliding over my taste buds
As I lap up the remnants from my palm
The gentle trace of you
Clinging to my lips
Swept up by a quick lick
All trace of you
Swallowed
Devoured
Leaving just the tell tale packet of foil
There is an art to enjoying popping candy…
In the material and spiritual realm
A soul telling your mind what your heart bleeds for.
They exist. I can taste it.
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