Category: Other
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Wait… Did I order my life from Temu?
I wrote a poem about 12 years ago called ‘This Ain’t It‘ – It was a very short poem and, truthfully, an incomplete thought. My life felt wrong… but I couldn’t articulate it very well at the time. This is a more thought-out interpretation of how I felt then (and still feel now in all…
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What for
A rare outing of my face to wish you all a happy #internationalwomensday and share my latest poem inspired by this quote from the BBC sitcom Here We Go: “I actually like women’s football”“No need to say ‘actually’, no need to say ‘women’s’”“I… like… football”“There you go” The poem is called “What For” You’re articulate (for…
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The Lion’s Share
Camel aside, the straw that broke the lion’s back was not in fact a straw at all, but the utter gall of the Pride arriving after the fall, Her cry was guttural and yet they stalled, But had they been there still – had that been their will – curiosity may not have lured this…
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Pachyderm Fight Club
Sharing something a little different today: It shouldn’t really come as a surprise to anyone who knows me, but there is an elephant in the room. An enormous, fuck-off elephant, and nobody is talking about it. Seriously?! It’s like Pachyderm Fight Club. First rule of Pachyderm Fight Club? Well, you know. This particular elephant is…
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Soul Food
Recent work in progress…. some food for thought, if you will 😜 Soul Food I like my religion as an aside, As a bowl of convention (and a bone of contention) just to the side of my entrée, I find I like small pieces to pick at whenever I decide, That are easy to swallow,…
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Swing
#NaPoWriMo Day Two Today’s prompt was to write a poem which transforms the natural world into an unsettled dream-place. I have loosely followed this prompt and combined it with #WorldAutismAwarenessDay, which is also today, creating a poem from the perpective of a child with autism. I hope I have done some small justice to what…
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Duck egg, Blue
Trust is a fragile hue, A duck egg, Blue, Transparent shell, You can hardly tell it’s there but not there, It all depends how you look at it, But don’t look at it for too long, Eyes water, Blink and it’s gone.
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Rumour Has It
Rumour has it, You have something close to chest, Suppressed, And I’m impressed For somehow you pressed your finger to your lips – Careful not to let your secret slip – As you fed me soothing snippets, Appeasing tidbits, That quicked the nail upon your fingertip, Stripped by the sharpness of a forked tongue, Crisp,…
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Poor, Poor Joan
Another victim is brought to tears by these antisocial miscreants, My colleague goes to roll his eyes and, silently, I must chastise him, As she calls on us to stop it, I pull a tissue from my pocket, From his he pulls his mobile phone and averts his eyes from poor, poor Joan. And as…
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Poetry Book – This Haggard Alice by Serena Malcolm
After 19 years of writing poetry I have finally taken a leap and published my first book of poetry. The eclectic collection entitled This Haggard Alice showcases an array of styles, topics and emotions, thereby offering something for everyone – hopefully! It’s currently available to buy through Lulu (click the button below) and will be…
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Living Dead
Snap Crack Straw to back Sleepwalking insomniac Popped corn Curtains drawn Watching the sideshow of my life Fly on the wall Watching it all Watching the sideshow of my life I am awake and I am not Every kernel popped Train derailed and stopped Passengers flock to dance on my grave And I’m watching the…
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Door
I was not involved in #NaPoWriMo (now #GloPoWriMo) last year, and while I can’t commit to the whole 30 days, this year I may dip in and out…. Here’s a poem about choice: DOOR There is a door at the end of the hall, Shut tight. It is not locked, but jammed with fear. How…
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Sleeping Bear
I am a sleeping bear with the richest hide of tan, Try and wake me if you dare, But none too many can. You can poke and you can tease; I may grumble, I may moan, But in a deep passivity I have made my humble home. A bear unlike my kin, Yes indeed I…
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Example
My Daddy hitted a man, There was lots of blood and I sawed that when daddy hitted the man, the man went to sleep on the floor, And daddy had on that face, Like the one when he hitted my mum and she cried and cried and cried and kept asking him what she had done,…
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Ice and Fire
Your heart was ice, Your heart was fire, You froze and blazed until I grew tired, Until it snowed upon my funeral pyre, You dragged me down but I flew higher, A phoenix risen from the fire, Preserved in ice and seared with ire, At last I’ll be what I desire, I’ll freeze and blaze and never tire, My heart is ice, My heart is fire. Today…
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Bridges
Bridge to Freedom I hear the melancholy slither of the stream across the stones, I feel the dampness of the wood as it seeps into my bones. My legs dangle through the railings, Dried up mud cocoons my knees, I watch my teardrops salt the water as I cast secrets to the breeze. I feel…
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Little Green Fingers
With heat lapping at my nape and soil beneath my nails, I take a momentary break, to watch you hunt for snails, OK, you shouldn’t be weeding in the shoes I bought last night, But barefoot in the seedlings?! My heart dances at the sight! I love the frown of concentration as you try to…
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Evanescence
The route along the cobbles is silent Save for the shushing of the water wheel The grass glistens green, pear, then emerald As the winds rush through its blades with such zeal The sky is adorned with falling blossom Its scent sweeps over me like a tide I should probably get home for supper But…
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2014 in Review
It’s been a fantastic year. Thanks to NaPoWriMo, I’m writing again and thanks to some amazing supporters in the blogosphere, long may I continue! Onwards and upwards to 2015. Happy new year one and all xxx The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog: Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco…
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Clock Blocked
Tick, tick, tick; the sound resounds, A hammer in the still of the minute, Tick, tick, tick; a knife that can slice through thought and all that’s in it. It’s all that lives as silence swells, Its tendrils choke my mind, Every word I’ve ever learned is filched by the lilt of time. And this…
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The Gaia Room
It’s a beautiful day in the Gaia room, Cotton balls form celestial spumes, Down deep inside the goldfish pool, An algae eater’s keeping cool, Up above the sky flame’s high, Its warmth is carried on an airy sigh, Indulging in the daylight glow, A tiny house hauler takes it slow, Behind she leaves a silver…
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Safe
My memory is forged from steel, An impenetrable shield, A fortified chamber of grey, And in it you lay, Hidden away, No-one but me has the key, And in my memory, Safe and strong, is where you belong, It’s where you’ll stay, Come fire, come thief, And come what may, None can steal you away,…
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Cesspool
Cesspool. Burdened mule. In this hole I am not whole, Stagnant in my body and in my soul, Rutted in my thoughts and in my deeds, And all of my needs remain unsung. Unappraised. I’m played; A guitar that they can strum, My heart is just a bullet in their gun, Waiting for their will…
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Voiceless
Am I behind glass that’s sound proofed? Opaque? Am I uttering words just for my sake? Am I a mime? Am I dumb? Has my voice become hoarse? Do I thunder out silence with deafening force? Is my tongue wrapped in barbed wire? Are my lips stapled closed? Do little men have my larynx in…
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Lost {mind dump}
I am lost. Not like the TV series… although the parallels are undeniable; I am a viewer, a mere spectator, of my life. I’m watching the confusing twists and baffling turns of the plot, trying to figure out what has led to this point, and what else is in store. I start each episode with…
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Reflection
A monkey saw its reflection In an oak framed mirror The contours of his visage Were refined The glass was crystal clear Which filled his mind with fear “How dare he have a nicer face than mine?” He picked up a stone And threw it at the mirror It hit the glass and bounced down…
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Sunset
Can you hear the orange in the sunset? It whispers to the purple as they blend. Can you feel the magic while it’s working? Busy laying colours end on end. Can you see the song the sun is singing? Harmonised by palettes full and bright. Can you taste the beauty of the heavens? Its sacred…
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The Passing
A rift in the jugular vein The throbbing of quietus creeps in As the Red Sea crashes and ebbs away Severed breaths thrown off course In a whirlwind of darkness Silence in the eye As the winds of deathless sleep Howl through the hollowed tears: “Seize the day!” And life becomes a hostage of the…
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Where Are You?
Don’t smile when I am happy If you cannot cry when I cry too You were where when I was lonely? I was comforted by whom? Don’t take me from imagination It’s all I have: to dream The path back to reality Is floored with flaws supreme Don’t push me from the edge Of insanity’s…
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Soldier
And so this is Sparta: The field is set, The players swords are blood red, wet The clash of steel, and cries of thirst The line between justice and murder blurs, As does the footstep of the man before, Who ran from the trenches Unto the war, And he was felled, And you are next…
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This Ain’t It
My life’s the wrong size It just doesn’t fit I once had a dream But this ain’t it I prayed that the end Would be worth the long trip I once had a plan But this ain’t it From there it looked sexy From here it’s just shit I once had a vision But this…
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Odin
Dormant is the beast that lies within Yet even in his sleep beneath my skin He screams the devil’s sin I cannot win His puppetry commands my being Curbs my feelings Silences the love that begs for freedom But is a captive of his kingdom And yet despite my wisdom I can only wish I…
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Tricks and Mortar
In the stillness all around there’s not a sound that the silence hasn’t bound The voices have been pounded into the cracks of these surrounds and the echoes of these walls The whispers of these halls – they tell it all – They scream in muted voices the errors in our choices And the legends…
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Shell
I sit and gaze beyond this realm, My mind is lost in ponder, My physical self is here, a shell, Whilst inner feelings wander. I am not here when you beg my ear, When you long to feel my touch, You see just part of who I am, You’ll never see too much. To delve…
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Broken Spirits
I move as a maid amongst the fallen, I hear them calling, Reaching out and stalling, And I have no strength to haul them, As I myself am crawling. In this land of the broken, Where tragedies lie unspoken, Demons rend their spirits open, Yet still they wait there hoping for a saviour to unyoke…
Serena Malcolm 