Imperial Thoughts

back and forth the argument goes

she could follow the thread if she wanted to

but her mind drifts on other thoughts

of sunny endless times

and 26 inch waists

{she wonders when she stopped mentally translating imperial into metric}

she thinks of diets and books

and who in their right mind would pay $32,000 for a dress

{skewed priorities}

when it could buy a whole library of adventures

she thinks on landlords and a quick buck

of people trapped in life

and burning infernos

she tunes back in for a moment

only to realise the argument

has tied itself in knots

it could take years to unravel

{keep them occupied for the rest of the term}

she sidles back within

has a cup of tea and a chat

with the various demons who have taken up residence

in her mind over the years

“give a man an inch and he’ll take a mile” she thinks to herself

{mentally translating the measurements into centimetres}

before picking up a book

and escaping for a while

into fantasies

 

 

Copyright June 2017

 

Something Little This Way Comes

she broods as she potters about

filling up the day with little happenings

she tries not to tell herself off

for getting something trivial so wrong

but underneath she’s mortified

the world shakes a little on its axis

and a collective gasp of horror reverberates

at a level only she can hear

tomorrow I’ll delete it she thinks

and then no one will know

except memory

 

 

Copyright June 2017

From Inside She Watches

from inside she watches

as the world plays on

feeling overwhelmed

by sky and clouds and the sun

and nearly eight billion people

all breathing the same air

 

from inside she watches

as the same patterns

repeat themselves over

cardboard cut outs of politicians

no longer pretending to govern

for more than self interest

 

from inside she watches

wonders how it will end

will we know when we reach

the tipping point when revolution

is the only answer or will we

die quietly as the stars go out

 

from inside she watches

the simple unfairness of being

 

 

Copyright June 2017

A Few Haiku

toot my horn to warn
this is my road to nowhere
beep, I’m coming through

 

running out of time
as we stand in our corner
fighting with phantoms

 

around the edges
sunlight filters into rooms
even in winter

 

the red dragon squats
meditates on golden hills
glorious sunset

 

don’t shoot mockingbirds
the power is in your hands
freedom at a price

 

tonight the moon sips
light directly from the sun
drunken beaming smile

 

page after page rips
stories from another space
the fabric of time

 

today the sunshine
goes to battle against winds
a shivering peace

 

broomsticks and black cats
as the wolf howls at the moon
tides wait for no one

 

this cold afternoon
adorned in a cardigan
wet towels outside

 

this sad winter tune
lost in the silence of night
do cicadas sleep

 

tracing the rhythm
each beat a poetic tone
faster than sonnets

 

widening the gap
revolutionary times
a long way to fall

 

the sound of jack boots
marching over civil rights
a shifting focus

 

 

Copyright June 2017