Monday 31 December 2012

Water




 
We look around the house: new sterile naked the lights on the trees play with the wind their shadows welcoming our steps at the stairs a cup full of water
We listen a fleeting moth visits we follow her path mother wades through the packets we weep in silence

Monday 24 December 2012

Monday 17 December 2012

Singing



I like I like it like that come here if you think you know what I need
our sister sings around the house our Mother begs her to stop our sister keeps on and on Mother snaps slaps our sister she keeps singing and singing slap sing slap sing slap sing slap sing slap sing mouth dribbling red song slap song slap takes a knife
There is no more singing.

Monday 10 December 2012

M




 
Sitting down to tea and cake in our new country, not sure, never sure
Memories come along the leaves fallen on the paths the sun pale and unbecoming
we try and never quiet leave
 

Monday 3 December 2012

lady



The Lady sat down to eat breakfast black coffee a piece of toast TV on radio on mulling over the rain in the backdrop winter approaches the lady thinks of farewells the new country old and unknowing soon it is time to go cleans the cup collects the crumbles opens the door steps outside the greyness frightens her for an instant she is in the tropics cowering with heat the man behind her

inhale exhale
inhale exhale
inhale exhale
inhale exhale
walk slow walk slow walk slow
walk slow walk
walk

The neighbour's cat appears she is back in the greyness