November 2018 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Of teargas and borders

It is ever the poor we blame, the precipice on which they stand requires a nudge and a shrug and then we can turn to the reeling – our spider lives mask this visage of ourselves, the spinning of webs of conspiracy, the jumping from hoax to hoax, the fox has become the hunter, cunningContinue reading “Of teargas and borders”

Lavender women

I give a day of thanks for the ones I cannot equal, leaves of steel falling from this tree – the mighty oak towering, sprung from the smallest acorn, fed by the brownest soil, nutrient rich. brown, black, rich is the source of life, I can never equal them but I can give this dayContinue reading “Lavender women”

We the people

Don’t let the wind blow your dreams away. Don’t let the rain bury joy beneath the sea. This land is yours while you circle the sun and fear will never let your heart stray from what you know is the path of common cause – each man’s shoulder waits for a head to rest, eachContinue reading “We the people”

All the world resides

All the world resides in a grain of sand bound to bring discomfort when wet upon the skin. Venomous face whether punched or body slammed the words keep on twitting no breath for the living to catch – it is a feat for ladies mulling over tea. All the world will wash through a grainContinue reading “All the world resides”