Finding holes
By blighters rock
- 2443 reads
An ache has developed in the neck
of the damp old bird that pecks
at the rails of cancer, heart,
dogs, children, whatever,
spitting rain on the high street
won’t stop her finding holes
among the steamed rags of the dead.
Berating price hikes with one eye
stalking the till with the other
she spots a hurried man approach
slinks into position
perhaps marginally ahead
perhaps not.
-Sorry, I was first
- I’m in a real hurry, won’t be a second
-Huh, typical man
No friends left in the world
and no children to corrupt
this is her only link with life
ticking off shoppers
laughing it off with staff
or vice versa.
At the café she picks her teeth
for the cress in a sandwich
hoping to find a shell
but none appear.
That gives her an idea for next time
she’ll return with some shells
sprinkle a few onto her plate
as evidence.
She’d like to scream
run about like a shaman
remembers the blissful shoving
and elbow stabs
of the old jumbles.
She dreams
of getting tipsy in a pub
going up to a quiet ordinary man
whispering shame into his ear
fondling his balls gently
to fire his mind.
She hopes he will push her away
so she can fall to the floor
like a football player
smiling at the man
as he’s pinned down by the crowd
until the police come to arrest him.
The trips to town are killing her
the sneers and lilts
the tutting and cussing out of hand
it’s wilting her like a rain pelted daisy.
For years she would tap away
at her husband’s little brain
developed a cough laughing it off
but his heart gave way in the end.
Only now does she think she loved him
drinks her sherry in the evening
imagining worms playing hide and seek
through his eyes and mouth
rotting in the ground.
Back at her car
she finds something awful
belonging to someone else
slowly scrapes along its side
as she goes
dancing in the fury of others.
- Log in to post comments
Comments
This doesn't read as anti
This doesn't read as anti-female to me, you've created an intiguing character, bleak but compelling.
- Log in to post comments
I feel your giving yourself a
I feel your giving yourself a hard time here "... didn't post it till now partly because I thought it was shite..."
Or "...A friend recently suggested that my worldview was so bleak..."
My view is, I read what you post on here and has an impact on the reader.
Regards
- Log in to post comments
This is our facebook and
This is our facebook and twitter pick of the day!
Get a fabtastic reading recommendation every day.
- Log in to post comments
I find the line 'it's wilting
I find the line 'it's wilting her like a rain pelted daisy' very visual!
Really enjoyed this
- Log in to post comments
interesting chararcter and
interesting chararcter and characterisation. I think we all no someone like that and also hope it's not ourselves.
- Log in to post comments
For the first time in an age,
For the first time in an age, I got off my arse, logged in and commented Blighters - which tells you how good I think this poem is.
- Log in to post comments
This person is not really bad
This person is not really bad Blighters, just sad and embittered by what life has thrown at her. Or is she? Great poem.
Linda
- Log in to post comments
Its grim and I mean that as a
Its grim and I mean that as a compliment, fantastic stuff Blighters. R
- Log in to post comments