It’s full moon ag’in

Please listen while you read She knows I’m watchin’ her, An’ what I’m thinkin’ ’bout; The goodbyes I had to say. An’ I hate how ev’rywhere I go, Ev’ryone I’m introduced to, Ev’ry book I read, Ev’ry sign I see, Ev’ry show I watch, Ev’ry C.D. I listen to, Ev’ry game I play, Ev’ry stranger’s more

Uni Assignment – Poetry & Exegesis of LMM

©LMM – Written May 2017

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Persephone & Hades

Although he took, My purity & innocence, When my Hades came for me, No-one knows this, But I followed him willingly. He took advantage, Of my gullibility & naivety, When I frolicked through, The pasture of flowers, To introduce myself to him, oh so shyly. No-one knows that, All alone at night I yearned, In more

Persephone – Prelude

We begin the descent, he & I, It’s always around 2am that he enters, My sleep induced, unconscious mind, In the Under-World, there’s no such thing, As Spring flowers, Wedding showers, Birds of bower. He brings me here to witness; The dark sky rumbling, The masculine electricity pulsating, The mountain of ashes that hides the more

The Best Was Yet To Come, Sylvia

I know why you did it, Sylvia, When the world becomes too painful to bear, And seeking help means you’ll be returned to the chair, And it’s all turned black & white and lost its flavour, And each new mouthful is one less to savour, Suddenly your mind has wandered back into the lair, The more

My first sonnet – 30/12/16

The summer night & I share an exquisite secret, Whirring mosquitos happily prattle on, My euphoria shoots heavenward & deepens, Starlit black velvet & sweet celestial song. Many ants build up a nest one morsel at a time, And in the same way, my hope & faith was restored, Golden, azure drops run over black more

Poets Are A Weird Mob:

I get up before the sun, And before the household, So I can write poems for you, It comes out of my fingers. In reams. One day when I finally meet you, I will give them to you and, Unless you are a poet, You may not understand, The significance. You’ll hand them back, And more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.