Of all the Queens, I sense I’m Hearts,
but it’s the evil that attracts:
the darker heart has much more power,
from Macbeth to panto’s roar.
A poem for day 23 of NaPoWriMo 2015: take a chance
the darker heart
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A poem: who owns my shadow?
While you’re that shadow under the tree
out there,
you own me.
While you’re the road rage in that car
over there,
you own me.
While you’re that person who snubbed me
back then,
you own me.
While you’re that mess in my cupboard
upstairs
you own me.
While you’re that bilious resentment
in my heart,
you own me.
While I blame everyone else
for my own faults
you own me.
But take back all that stuff
and make it my own?
Stop the blame.
Retract the same-old-same?
Well, maybe day-by-day
I will start
to own myself.
A poem for NaPoWriMo Noir
NaPoWriMo sets the challenge today
to focus on ‘noir’.
How can I not obey?
A glamorous fringe, sweeping one eye
is hard to resist.
Like a bullet bye-bye.
What’s not to love about murders untraced
that whisper round corners,
waists unlaced.
But my kind of noir travels way within,
to the shadow of self
that’s my evil-ish twin.
Because dark in a mirror without conscience or soul
will haunt my life’s work
like irremovable kohl.
a tulip’s shadow on a sunny day
Even perfectly open tulips have their shadow.
The sun was out in south London today. So were the tulip petals in my front garden. But such a thing of beauty has such a pronounced shadow, which is perhaps more bewitching than the flower itself.
I guess every person who looks at this photo will make his or her own interpretation of it. What perturbs me is that the raised arm on the right of the shadow could be cheering on the tulip for showing off her beauty. However, it could also be a persecutory gesture, an angry hand about to rain down blows to fracture the fragility of the tulip’s petals; to let rip because the tulip was audacious enough to turn its face to the sun and show its true, radiant beauty.
I wonder which one it is?
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