Re-posting one of my early poems as I am still struggling with final edits and formatting of my novel. 'A job for life' was intended as a performance piece but is possibly a bit too long. It was fun to write and, hopefully, still fun to read. You can read it here.
Other writing
Embroidered history
So take a brightly coloured strand and thread it through the eye, then pierce the cloth to draw it on and watch the story grow. With English cloth and English yarn in colours wrung from life, a banner stitched in Canterbury relates the victor's tale. Stem stitches draw the story out, long threads laid side … Continue reading Embroidered history
immured
one more city sight tourists light hearted bathed in sunshine enter through the shadowed gate heavy footsteps echo along empty corridors doors clang shut on life narrowing prison cells warming sunlight struggles defeated by barred windows thick basalt walls gaunt despair lingers whispering unheard beneath the chatter of plum-cheeked sightseers ____________________________________________________ Image of Old Melbourne … Continue reading immured
Slipper
Look at her now and you would think she was born to it but I know the truth, I was closer to her than any of them. Forced to act the scullery maid. Never! It was her protest at her father’s remarriage. All a martyr act. She could have eaten at the table, worn silks … Continue reading Slipper
winter
winter garden gnarled branches stripped of leaves aged fingers grasping at the sky southerly wind cutting through the grass winter’s chilling breath new turned soil beneath the sheltering trees sodden blankets heaped on dormant seeds harsh call of the circling raven echoing through the cold bright sky green shoots of hyacinths and blue bells outriders … Continue reading winter
Through a glass, darkly…
The day it started I was on my way to work. The sun streamed through the windows, great sheets of warmth. The daffodils were out, the prunus in full blossom – a beautiful late winter’s day. Lost in daydreams, I would have missed my stop but the tram jolted. I jumped up and rushed to … Continue reading Through a glass, darkly…
Appearances
Lisa stopped her scrubbing, her head cocked, straining to hear. Her heart thumped. She stood up slowly, fighting the urge to run, and wiped her hands down the sides of her trousers. She walked from the room, along the passage and out onto the front verandah. She stood, her back against the wall, and took … Continue reading Appearances
Hag-ridden
As I reach out to meet his kiss, my lips caress the rancid mouth of a decaying corpse. nachtmahr Heart-jarred and lucid, I stumble through sleep’s gateway. mora, mara, mahr Eyes forced open. Pinioned to my bed, I lie, terror-frozen. ag rog, subida del muerto It sits, invisible, the weight of death upon my chest. … Continue reading Hag-ridden
Seals
Seal, n. A member of the family Phocidae, sub-order Pinnipedia. An aquatic carnivorous mammal with limbs developed into flippers and adapted for swimming, and having an elongated body covered with thick fur or bristles and terminated by a short tail. The seal figures in the mythology of many ancient peoples. The town of Yuille sat … Continue reading Seals
night stalker
grey evening air out of sight the sun bleeds across the sky walk quickly hurry hurry before darkness owns the streets wind whispers down deserted lanes in corners of the mind walk fast do not look back keep your shoulders straight creeping in the shadows closer closer hammering footsteps echo on the pavement do not … Continue reading night stalker
Catherine Meyrick 