Archive for british poet

Ruptured

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2019 by dc

His background noise
Boomed louder and louder,

Skies bled and winds screamed,
The swaying trees deafened,

His sense was washed
Away with the rain,

And his sanity
Trickled behind;

Voices curdled
Into mischief,

Shadows itched
And colours followed,

Borrowed horrors
Spat out squalor

Mixed with sorry
Old tomorrows,

Built on shattered
Cusps of faith,

It was fate that led him here
And he never questioned why.

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They’re Getting Angry At The Wrong Things

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 11, 2019 by dc

That corner of the pub
You always avoided,

The one where anger
Bubbled like the froth

On the pink faced workers pints
As they traded bile at lunch.

The place where the furniture
Sat at right angles,

Dirty pots piling high
As the volume increased,

All snuggled in filth
And crude banter.

It’s an antiques shop now,
Stuffed animals and trinkets

Sit where they sat,

Boxed fossils and clocks,
Dusty maps and pith helmets,

War medals and jackets,
Ornate mirrors slightly warped,

It’s a captivating place
But the carpet’s still stained.

An Oddity Dance

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 6, 2019 by dc

Those missing pieces
Hidden in pages
Once skimmed through,

Routines and the grind,

Succulent fruits tucked away
In the crags of the mind,

In the creases and folds.

A late night shock
Or sudden pop
Of live jigsawed beauty,

All sliding into place,

Love’s grace magnified,
A mystery come to life,

An oddity dance,

A sweet serendipity

Crafted by chance.

Dutiful

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 29, 2019 by dc

Silence broods
The floating smoke,
Embers rise,

Tears hang
Like dew on
Bent gutters,

Feet shuffle shivers,
A breeze licks
Its wet,

Eyes dizzy
Down to
The ground,

Moths oscillate,
And the crowd
Disperses.

From above
They scatter
Like the splash

Of the first
Storm’s raindrop
Stretched out,

A random fan
Of wet anomaly
Strewn loose,

As thunder
Threatens
Then drifts,

A dance of
Abandoned detachment,
A barely audible

Rip.

Tapas Night

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2019 by dc

Next to a pot where the pickled entrails sat,
All Pollock flicked splatters and ripe gluttony,

Where tentacles lolled over the sides of chipped bowls
Like drunken snooker players stretching for shots,

Shrill laughter descending from rattling lampshades
As another cranked joke split its guts,

We shuffled wry smiles and raised eyebrows.

Bent urban songs winced into liquor for loners,
Cutlery cut shards of light flecked with spittle,

A cacophony of conversations and scuffed, shuffled furniture
Melted into mutual memories and newly mangled mistakes,

The joy of shared chaos holding hands with hot screaming,
Maimed dreams wrapped around a new entropy,

We left before the first glass was thrown.

It Was A Sunday

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 17, 2019 by dc

Flickering
Like an odd,
Dirty fleck
On misty specs,

A castle slowly
Crumbled
In the distance.

All frail and forlorn,

It swayed and then
Sank in stages,

Grumbling final moans
And then sighing,

Lost in a hope
Long forgot.

The waves swept
Incessant and carefree,

Nothing grieved,

The shoreline bent
Like a crooked wince

Until the sand
Disappeared from sight,

And we walked hand in hand
As the sun started setting;

Flocks of hungry gulls
Feasted on the waste
Left in stray,
Washed-up netting,

Clouds danced,
All duplicated rhythms
And digressions
Loosely spreading,

We headed home
Without messing,

It was a Sunday.

Jittery Quiver

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2019 by dc

A restlessness glazed
Then propped up to dry,

A mirror image
Gently warped in dense silence,

That slow, drawn out second
Before the stuttering,

Caught by a jittery quiver,
A misguided thought,

That 3am flutter,
The brief blurring of sense,

A melting aurora
In a pixelated pinch,

A quick knuckle crunch,
A miswired spark,

As stars start dancing
Through the skylight

And the frivolous
Moments all blink,

Things sink
And then rise,

A deep breath
Then a sigh

Elongated.