Thursday, 15 April 2010
Little woman, with her hair all cut off
Naive and waiting for love and for pain,
You sold your curls for the sake of a father,
Sold your innocence for the arms of a boy.
Sitting in your life, with a pen writing sorrows,
Writing sins, hoping for life to create the
fairy horrors that you wove, craving bittersweetness
to make a woman of your milk and honeyed flesh
And what did you become?
Why did no one tell you the danger you treasured,
lay in a chest, too brittle to be loved
Crack it and lose the doll inside the dollfaced child
you had been. Then your mind was a weapon,
Now it is the note you leave behind
Growing taller, clasping the chinks in the wall
But the world grew too. Eye to eye with trouble,
the conflicts you revelled with carry you,
You, in your red red shoes, dancing,
to the heartbeat that's three years long
So, as the lock hits the floor, tears.
Pillar the eyes to the heart, to the feet
And salt on the skin, stops the drum.
Silence is all you possess. Tacet.
The dancer must stand alone.
Friday, 12 February 2010
and a crumpled up shape where my head used to lay
I'm trying so hard to to forget what I am
and to try and pretend that I'm dreaming each day.
But the grey of the night bleeds in to each daybreak
the numb of the dark cannot deaden each blow
I'm not leaving my bed, think I'm dying a little
Lying silent to wait for the journey to home
So tonight as I smile and I wish you sweet dreaming
I will close every door and I'll smother each light
And how sweetly I'll shiver, dissolve in to starshine
You'll not find me tomorrow, I'm leaving tonight
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Monday, 8 February 2010
And it's over and over and over again,
The games of fill the empty space outline
Gaps which so need colouring.
And age eats in to the growling hunger of time
And it's over and over again
I can hear the minor cadence say
It is finished but not resolved: repeat
And it's over
And the silence scares me more than the noise