Morning After

We become the Quaker on the oat box.  

Androgynous.  Buttonless. 

Breakfast on over-buttered toast,

common marmalade;

Cheerios from unwashed bowls,

lukewarm milk.  

Thee and me.

Beige friends, carbohydrates

in dressing gowns. 

Quiet.

Too unawake to notice
if we dawn as man or woman. 

tk/October 2014 

Lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth...

Join Magpie Tales creative writing group

Vorfreude

Divine darkness comes

as you leave to find sleep,

black wings cover me.

What did moths bump into

before there were light bulbs?

How did I exist before your eyes?

Flutter morning awake;

frighten me just a little

with your estuary,

the sound of oars

drawing me from the shore,

church bells in the distance.

Take me out far enough

to feel the wind in my hair.

Give me an excuse to hide,

tuck some hallelujah,

let it burn a hole in my pocket.

I dare not sin against hope.

tk/November 2013

Vorfreude (n.)  The joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures


I could listen to R.A.D. Stainforth say "church bells" all day...

Join Magpie Tales creative writing group.