That time
Some time
Waiting time
It will happen
Take me
Ensnare me
Make me
It will come
I am coming to you
may all that you do
Be merry and bright and gay
Frighten the ghosts
Lay down the fore posts
Lead the beggars astray
Save me succubus
From the toils
Save me from the strife
Come and un sex me here
Take me as your wife
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Saturday, 23 March 2013
Take me
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Iron
We hunkered down by the side of a gigantic iron tube, the sort one found washed up on beaches or used in the foundations upon building sites. Malory giggled as I tried to find a comfortable place to lean back on but the curved surface made it difficult. I grunted, Smith glared at me, then Malory gave up to stand, dance, then stroll over to the other end of the tube and crawl inside.
"Dry!" He proclaimed, proudly. I blinked at Smith. He rolled his eyes, then nodded, stood up himself and gestured with the barrel end of his pistol.
"Up," he ordered, and I stood up. "In," he growled, and I yawned as I stepped away from the iron tube, followed the footsteps of Malory and made my way inside.
Smith came close behind. Very close. Malory grinned at him, then came to me, took my hands gently in his own and guided me to the curving side, up and around it until I could stand comfortably no longer and had to watch as he went on and climbed straight up the side. Straight up, until he was upside down and laughing.
I raised an eyebrow. The circular end of the barrel was prodded into the small of my back. I tried to growl in protest but Smith's hand cupped itself over my mouth.
I mumbled, then fell silent and waited.
Monday, 18 March 2013
Save yourself
Change me from the inside to the out
Stomp a little and then pout
Say you're sorry scream and shout
Don't worry honey
The truth will out
Sunday, 10 March 2013
Hangman
Take one take two and then stop
Go before you come to the final drop
Sweep the street behind you please
Bow your head get onto your knees
Then the axe blade chop chop chop
Your eyes will widen then you'll mop
Mop your own blood with your hair
They won't see anymore they won't care
Conqueror
Friday, 8 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Smash
Smite my bones
Make me your clone
Reduce me to ash
And then shatter slash
All my hopes and dreams
Make me seem
Completely sweetly invisible
Indivisible with your
Brain