what can’t be cured

Today the wine of life turned bitter.
Pain seeped into my mind and heart
with the almond flavor 
of bespoke poison,
although I could not tell you
exactly why it came.
I only know that it’s colour
is the deepest, darkest blue
and that I must close my eyes
for fear that I may drown.

Bright hope, that giver of strength,
left by a different door.
While patience, at an end with indecision, 
pride and self-delusion,
followed closely behind.
But, just as a dying flower cannot
help but lose its petals and decay,
so must I rest my weary head
and accept that nothing will cure 
the cause of my despair.

in passing

What became of what’s-her-name
the one who hung around last fall?
Or was it spring, I can’t recall?

Seemed quite sad and melancholic.
We thought she might be alcoholic.
Remember her?

She was with us at your brothers ‘do’
And we talked of how our nails grew?
Well, WE talked, she listened.
Or seemed to.

Then she cried, her mascara ran.
Describe her? I don’t think I can
No, never saw her with a man

Yes! That’s it, you’ve got her now
The one who said you were a cow
to laugh at her that time.

Hey, WOW!

Gassed herself? And her cat?
Why ever do a thing like that?

So who’s now living in her flat?


in her heart a maiden

what does it matter come the day
it’s only chatter what they say
she’s had her life, she’s old and grey
mad as a hatter anyway

she turns her head with muted cry
to hear these words as they pass by
she knows how fast the years can fly
how all lifes plans can go awry

her winter feet now feel the chill
all steps become an act of will
but she can bear life’s bitter pill
while in her heart a maiden


late night shopper

supermarket window shows the ghost

of the someone she’d once been

not dumpy and dull with swollen legs

but a girl with sights unseen


such a pretty girl and a bright girl

with a sparkle in her eyes

life with meaning to be seen in

how she’s reaching for the prize


eyes growing teary, she’s so weary

as she leans against the glass

and slides slowly to the pavement

as the late night shoppers pass