Love

 

Alphabet soup settles,

 

beguiles, during rainy cold

 

churning with exes and ohs

 

dancers in memory

 

exclaims of thorn and rose;

 

 

 

forget me, forget me not:

 

Gerbera, Daisy, Peony  

 

holds the eye to

 

illuminate petals

 

jarred in metal and glass

 

 

 

Kisses’ wet imprint

 

lost under debris and touch:

 

manmade, fabricated, rushed,

 

natural, earthy, a simmering broth

 

opens chambers heavy in locks

 

 

 

Quotes from Shakespeare,

 

“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

 

“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?”

 

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

 

“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.”

 

 

 

Verity is best with diamonds and poems

 

warming in a bowl, letters,

 

Xeroxing the thoughts in her head:

 

yesterday, today, and tomorrow

 

Zigs and zags to fill a ceramic night.

 

Can I Have McDonalds Instead?

The humid air smelt of the overripe mangoes

squashed at the bottom of its huge tree.

Aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings tangle

to watch the cocks fight in their little ring.

A spree with spurs taped securely to their legs.

Held back by his leash a drooling dog.

Bets flowing from hands like blood water.

Behind hips hides a young girl clasping

hands over her ears, thinking of anything,

but of her friend being torn to shreds.

Shelly, go fill the pot with water.

Fighting the urge to vomit in her mouth.