Mapmakers Do It Cartographically

For Merry, though not about her.

Veins crisscross your skin like winding roads cover maps,
The AA Ordinance Survey map of you.
I can almost see the contour lines that denote your body’s hills and valleys,
As I kiss you
Up
and
Down them.
Stretch marks cover your breasts and belly like river lines.
I am glad you cannot see inside my head.
You would not appreciate the cartographical beauty I can see in your body.

Short Poem Drop

Potato Salad

Listen to the radio,
News of job-loss, doom, and gloom.
Look out of the window,
Gray skies, dark, rain,
Tired, Angry, Fractious people,
And for me? Nothing to look forward to but potato salad…

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She said “I love your top, can I borrow it?”
And she took it, I never say it again.

She said “I want that lipstick, can I have it?”
She went home with it, I never saw it again.

She said “I want those earrings, can I take them?”
She took them and left, I never saw them again.

The last time I saw her she said, “I love your skin, can I have it?”
She took my skin and left, I never saw her again.

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I’m curled in a fetal position,
I’ve been this way for years,
They came one night and killed me,
to help to cure their fears.

Now I’m in a museum,
Naked, Screaming but no one to hear,
I’m here, alone, cold and scared,
I’ll be here forever I fear.

(This poem was inspired by the bog bodies in the national history museum in Dublin).

The Handbag

The handbag contains:


An old bus ticket,
Pages from some old books,
A blue purse,
Two pieces of paper, one saying “Anger”, and the other “Hallway”,
A music notebook full of chords, songs, and lyrics,
Two pens, one gold, one black,
A rose quartz on a string,
A library card,
A gold-ish bracelet,
A Book, “Remember Me When I Am Gone Away” by Christina Rossetti,
A small cloth heart, red gingham with white thread,
and a stolen bourbon.

Sing A Little Song (A ditty for accoustic guitar)

Sing a little song,

Sing a song of me,

Sing a song of sixpence,

I’ll bring you home for tea.

 

Please don’t stay out too long,

Don’t stay away from me,

Please don’t stay out too long,

Don’t stay away from me

 

It’s getting pretty dark now,

I’m feeling all alone,

Getting frightened,

I’m wishing you were home.

 

Please don’t stay out too long,

Don’t stay away from me,

Please don’t stay out too long,

Don’t stay away from me

 

I am lost without you,

I’m afraid without you,

I am nothing without you,

Without you I am gone.

 

I’m falling into Sleeptime,

Still waiting for your touch,

I’ll see you in the morning,

I love you so much.

 

 

Please don’t stay out too long,

Don’t stay away from me,

Please don’t stay out too long,

Don’t stay away from me

 

 

In Five Years Time (For Joel)

In five years time, I’ll be twenty-two and you will be heading for there too.

Maybe by then we’ll have grown up enough to realise we don’t have to grow up.

But for now we’re both stuck at seventeen.

Both searching for the meaning of who we are and who we want to be.

We’re growing older with every passing day, but I feel like I knew less than I did at thirteen.

Let’s set five years as a time to sort it all out, when we finally get there we can change it again.

But for now we’re both stuck at seventeen.

Stuck without a map or a clue for where to go.

Have to learn to leave the fantasies behind for a while, but at least I always have you to come back to when my worlds come falling down.

Cause the truth is we are who we are, even if we don’t know who that is.

For now we’re both just stuck at seventeen.

But not forever.