Category: Poetry

The Lady of Shalott

Half-sick of shadows –
I weave tapestries that cry and die.

My loom is cursed to make no life,
to snip on threads like the fates.

I am forced to sit and watch
as my only dream unties and unravels.

Their innocence preserved by such sleep,
the lily’s putrid perfume lingering on them.

This room, their mass grave,
carpeted with pale corpses.

The candles snuff out one by one
as Death collects flies from the web.

They have passed
onto the other side of the mirror,

floating down the river
to my moonlit lament.


Previously published in Alien Buddha Zine. 

Love Is A Battlefield

I dig my claws into you,
so as not to really touch you;
a fearful tactic of avoidance,
keeping your skin at nail’s distance
and still your poison seeps into my system,
the mustard gas choking my lungs.
I cringe at the panic rising in me,
the grenade strapped to my chest,
the sharp ticking accelerating.
Your eyes flicker with a seriousness
I thought you didn’t possess
and I’m left exposed in no man’s land,
the clear blue blade penetrating my defences.
I can withstand it, the detonation inevitable;
the ebullition of a word I cannot admit –
those four letters a suicide bomb.

 

Previously published in the Boundless 2019 Anthology.