Red
Red Lips: ripe strawberries, flesh cool and firm, imploding when pressed. Rush of juices, fruit of the forest flavours lingering on the tongue.
Bloodline
Streaks across a porcelain sink; my father swears at the blade in the bleeding towel. He stands before a mirror, face silvered with soap while I blanch at carnage in the small kitchen. The Ascot roars in my head, fragments of voices, images. Mum tuts in her pinafore, comforts me with toast and tea. Alone, […]
Shepherds’ or something’s warning
Shepherds’ or something’s warning The sheep are back, not doing much – nibbling grass or standing still and staring. A bit of limping here and there. A venture into a hedge leaving a clump of wool behind. A sudden urge to run led by the ovine head honcho. Best not to think where […]
Day 21
Red: Here’s a different twist on red by Anne Sexton: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-roses-18/ What do you associate with red? (Don’t, whatever you do, be tempted to listen to this!)