Tag: writing
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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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Knots
Anxiety. It’s never a mere stomach knot. It’s like a coarse frayed entanglement of rope that’s devoured as it sinks into a molten metal mire deep deep deep inside, Fires fly and gases rise, Beastly belching bubbles that swell and explode like fireworks of fury, All the while an angry tremor bellows through the scalloped…
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Black Pixels
Just what will be my legacy? Black pixels on a screen? Will children ever learn of me? Will I shape a young girl’s dream? I myself once had a dream; That long after I am gone, People will be quoting me, My stanzas turned to song. But then I face reality, And from my dream…
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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…
Serena Malcolm 