Category: Fiction
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Fifth Walk
My breath mists like a kettle, Mother brother me in the park, Grey sky overcast not yet dark. How did you know me that quiet day? Left the surf as one, us the last wave, We spoke words that neither would say. Shuffle from her who cannot save, Suitcase, bag, burden sets me free Released from […]
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The Crying Poet (Lizzy Jarett)
Your first words are crushed in the spotlight, Your typed sheets flutter like grey moths at night, Your words spoken staccato rat-a-tat, You recount a tragedy as if it’s matter of fact. Many choking blows, A final breath, Everybody now knows Another needless death. All their tears sweep down up and around, We all cry and sob […]
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Eyes Closed
Eyes closed, dark now I can’t breathe. My world is yours fingers squeeze Life from me, our love I release, Your grip loosens and eases Me back to life.
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Unspoken Listening
I’m safe now I’ve become her listening. Secure now for how can she find my flaw? I fold myself, hide and nod for more. I witness her wisdom travelling. Although I’m not entirely listening, I nod, say yes, ask again, make the wrong guess, Despite all her words nevertheless. I see her past knots unravelling. I see […]
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Shaken over the edge
Three steps then over the edge, She doesn’t even look down, She waits pauses at the ledge, And empties out a dressing gown! Despite sending no one into space, Her hands stay ensuring his place, She must be shaking him fully awake, Her wrists still cocked holding his cape! But she could never fold sheets with me! […]
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Wedded Bliss
Yeah well so much for wedded bliss. An unknown elixir I’ll always miss. So tell me when will it all start? After the fault finding of my heart? Or post hissing names in my head? Or after the blow meant me dead? Was that when the happy marriage began? Or will I […]
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No It Was Me
No it was me, not you, no way, That stopped the BBQ that day, Just said what no one could see, Yep point the finger, it was me. Great day for it, eh? Still daylight? Got the pecking order all right? Who cooks, who stands by, Who gets drinks, me i looked at the sky! […]
Andrew James Whalan 