Poetry

Occurrence

It’s midnight again and the clock is striking. It’s chiming, ding, ring, outside my door.

 

It’s midnight again and the colours are brightening. They’re painting, stroke, line, on the walls.

 

It’s midnight again and the shadows are evolving. They’re dancing, hop, leap, at the foot of my bed.

 

It’s midnight again and the ghosts are appearing. They’re singing, fa, la, by the window.

 

It’s midnight again and the whispers are growing. They’re chattering, snicker, bicker, by my head.

 

It’s past midnight now, and the house is quiet. Not a sound, breath, sniff, to be heard.

Poetry

To-do List

The postman arrives

with the to-do list of doom

holding it out like the poison it is,

dripping its case for me to assess

as I take it from his trembling hands.

Dust off those forgotten tomes.

Arrange by publication date,

then colour. Colour that milk

with stronger tea. Write emails.

Phone doctors. Book appointments with clients.

Phone your mother.

Oh no.

Phone your mother.

I knew this was coming.

Phone your mother.

No.

Phone. Your. Mother.

No, please!

Fine. But you know I’ll be back tomorrow.

Poetry

Empty nest

The cages swing on silent

chains of air

despite the stillness in the house.

Faces in every window, every mirror, every vase polished to perfection.

Order. Gaunt order.

Detected by the undetectable,

watched by a nest of eyes

invisible to the spectrum.

Poetry

Ushering footsteps

The darkness rides the waves of sweat

hidden deep under the layers

resting against your neck.

 

The building cold, a stir of breath,

the air tingles with impatience

while anxiety threatens the grievous theft.

 

A cold stone slab presents itself,

a shuffle of feet, tipping the balance

forward as the clock hits twelve.

 

Visions are strong in this line of work,

hands beckon from beneath

where the bodies quietly lurk.

 

Quiet now, quiet, they surely whisper

remember the promise you made

with your dying younger sister.

 

The darkness rides the waves of sweat

hidden deep under the layers

resting against your neck.