The Kaleidoscope Dream
Behind your eyes and mine are the unspoken affirmations. of all that we do not have the words to say. A kaleidoscope dream, Where we are nothing but space dust, …
06: Open - June 2021
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06: Open - June 2021
The Seeds And The Scars
At night you stare at the mirror You poke and prod at what looks back Things have changed You look so different From the fights and each attack You’ve been left with stories and scars From all the moments in the past But what of instead of the hatred in your head You try and find hope at last Stash seeds in each of your scars And wait a while with the moon For as…
06: Open - June 2021
The Wave
I carry an ocean inside of me It has its own currents, rips and storms It pulses through my being As a mighty wave of panic forms My tsunami of wild feelings Starts calm and far offshore From all the way in the distance An agonizing wave to endure For I live at the edge of a continent But at the cusp of my sanity too Each day a fight for my safety A defiance…
06: Open - June 2021
Same Old Same Old Different
My good friend despair disguised herself and took on a new identity. She introduced herself as a newborn baby …
06: Open - June 2021
Tired
Sweet Jesus, I’m tired! Not of life But of this pandemic When will the world be rid of it? These days I sit For far too long, My poor bum! Lord, I’m tired! I’m eating way too much A full English for breakfast Plus, a snack before lunch! My poor tummy, Not at all how it used to be! Man, I’m tired! It’s not just me, I get that We’re all in the same boat …
06: Open - June 2021
Naked
I stand, In the nude, Apologies if you think me rude But you requested open, I respond, as prompted – So, this piece is undressed. Not impressed? Then I must apologise. Please, avert your eyes. Alas, nothing is hidden, I have Written, As requested, But I will be less open with the next piece I shall use a couple sheets, at least! -Liz Mingo
06: Open - June 2021
Muses
Why must poetry be pretty? The language of gods, dripping from Apollo’s fingertips – whispers from the sea spray, metaphors in the dew off of morning grass and stanzas radiating off sunbeams Words to make critics swoon with veneration “Thalia, Melpomene, Erato, Euterpe – behold!” Fuck that. Fuck the gods. Poetry is nasty. Poetry is plunging a dirty needle into an arm so pierced that the rust punctures skin without interruption kissing a boy so…
06: Open - June 2021
The Snow Priestess With The Poppy Heart
Sex is a storm and I am the fire-dipped butterfly, I am all of the irregular passions. A blazing queen on my crystal throne like a scalding star in the frozen, polar night. Sovereign arctic leopard, snow stalking in the shriek of frost. Foxes glide at my feet like a sea of rubies, Roaming with the moon on my face and the wilderness on my breath. Offerings of sinful pomegranate kisses, my capricious mouth; a…
06: Open - June 2021
Stranger Baby
Colliding comet, Crashing into earth womb flesh, Sail to Xibalba. December rain, A dying star enveloped in a galaxy of blood, Microcosm Macrocosm. Ecliptic Ectopic, Lonely gibbous ovary drifts in ghost tube, Black hole orbits graveyard Uterus. Sweet-dark astronaut, Ammonite curled swimming up Orion’s belt, Armageddon butchered body. Violent birth, That was your attempt at dying, A sacrificial life-giving voyage. Cataclysmic asteroid, There was a Virgo moon in my heart, Stranger baby. -Katie Ness
06: Open - June 2021
Honeysuckle Summers
Standing in the back garden, she sees the rose free spirits; those beautiful creatures have bloomed twice this summer. Their aura; delicate yet raging, drifts upwards like heat waves at dusk. The entire garden echoes with the chirps of bees and crickets, each insect emits little pink sparks of love that flicker with their wings. A message of reverence to the roses. The mauve coloured air weaves through the sweet grass and the lemon balm …