Poetry

Poem: Spaghetti 

Spa-ghetti

You-messy

Me-eat-you

How?

Spa-ghetti

You-letti

Me-eat-you

Now.

Poem: Late night coffee 

A jug of coffee

Will get me through

Late at night, will have to do.

Glance around me

Can't keep still,

But

Brain

Is slowing.

Coffee refill.

Page of words

Dancing words

Fading words.

Thinking, clouds -

Coffee jug has long run out.

Maria Kavanagh

Poem: That man is ticking 

Thank you to The Drabble for featuring my poem!

That man is ticking
His eyes stare – straight –
Ahead
Unaware.

A child smiles
On a dandeline green,
Sunlight dances
On top of a puddle.
All unseen.

When he lies
Eyes shut tight,
Dew-laiden dandelines,
Glisten –
Over what has been,
Not might.

Poem: Tattoo 

A thousand tiny tongues licking,

Taste the skin,

Metallic voices ringing, pierce venom in.

Burning reds,

Cooling greens - pool out, stain.

This venom counters venom already causing pain.

The tongues taste deep,

Lick the wounds below,

Pain sterilized, brought out to light,

So healing skin can grow.

And the scars repair externally,

To ameliorate the soul.

Maria Kavanagh