Childhood in Concrete

 

she remembers sitting

outside the church

on concrete steps

lost in conversation

with the others in her head

 

a strange little girl

obsessed with religious icons

and the stories of martyrs

she often felt faint

overwhelmed with anxiety

 

she could’ve been abducted

by aliens or those that prey

on little girls on steps

outside of catholic churches

but she wasn’t

 

 

Copyright June 2017

Arrested in Thorns

We walk on stilts

Above the malodorous muck

Whilst blackberry bushes

Climb the walls flowering

So bees can make the sweetest of honey

This tingle on my tongue

Tantalises with the taste of times past

Blackberries growing outside the school fence

Flourishing beyond the confines

Underneath the railway bridge

Out of bounds but forbidden fruit

Has always lured us humans into danger

Until the advent of spraying

Today the tentacles rise

Wrap around and draw down

Suffocate us with the stench of adulthood

The same as lurked under that railway bridge

Had we but known it then

Arrested in thorns

 

 

Copyright April 2014