He saw the gap between
she saw an opportunity
he should have taken leave
she hooked his naivety
Vaxxing Times
You must be very busy,
guess a late night for you,
nights you’ve lost count of,
in the lab not home, must be
quite something to be a part
of history, strange to think
it’s always been that way,
just nowadays you’re got
the press, the politicians
distorting what you do.
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Just getting into ‘Vaxxers’ by Prof. Sarah Gilbert & Dr Catherine Green – for me a must read – scientists are human – journalists and politicians, not sure all are?
King’s Cross
King’s Cross, noon arrival,
from that other place, she
all bounce, eyes never still,
they walked, fast talking,
nearest pub, the first of two,
her online face, real, drew in,
almost late departure, train ran
to, a touch of lips, city smiles,
well met these two, all knew.
Alive Is
He’s getting on
tomorrow 69
his body aching
he revives muscles
as if, still young
his thoughts though
fresh as any gone
alive is, imagination
rhythms, dancing
in his mind.
Again, Again, Again
And so
ill nature spills
crowded, senseless
hidden in full view
blindsided, common
people, indignation
headlined, evil stirred
condemned, suppressed
no answers, same questions
asked, again, again, again.
Three Words – Compliant, Dream & Therapy
Compliant
She played the innocent, compliant,
she would, she will, ‘Be patient’ her
catch phrase, she had him on a line,
her first, ‘You’re here, I’m here, what
are we waiting for,’ he didn’t know,
she didn’t say, ‘One day’ never came.
Dream
Recall, sub-conscious scenes,
their prompt, who knows, an act,
of having lived, years left, far less,
yet still day dream, in mind, in head,
still young, more mellow, accepting,
yes, I, us, we, our, knowing less.
Therapy
Not long out, slipped, back in,
cant be without, can’t be with,
not listening, keep talking, taken in.
Three takes… less than perfect
Demure until
the dance floor,
second glass
of fizz, empty
stomach, head
spin, eye blur,
contact, not an
invitation, can’t
see without it in.
~
He spoke to her,
beyond a first hello,
she smiled at him,
no vanity, wrinkles
showed his face
had lived, his eyes
a kindness, a hint
of mischief, a man
to be seen with, if
only he had hair.
~
Not for the first time
he couldn’t make it last
She wasn’t very happy
said ‘What’s up’ and
‘Is it me’ on both counts
it wasn’t, it was him.
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Three tweets to #vss365 writing prompts, ‘demure’ – ‘vanity’ – ‘happy’ from first week of June
An Age Thing
‘Hey, just noticed your earlobes are creased’
‘It’s an age thing, years of hanging on your words’
‘Ha, they’d be longer, not wrinkled like yours’
‘The ins and outs of words, in one ear out the other’
’You’re a cantankerous old bugger’
‘Ah, pierced me with your truth’
…..
Tweet to #vss365 writing prompt ‘earlobe’ on 28th May 2021
Words (11/Jun/21)
Avarice
He, marked out,
her body staked,
played all, reward,
love, no, mistake,
avarice, her creed,
take, move on, no,
a man, this man,
no way… she’s his.
Virtue
Ever searching,
virtue by line, no
sign, he’s none, not
making up, to late,
his brain in weekend
mode, it’s stopped
raining, maybe paint
the fence, wife wants
the house done, he’ll
think again, a virtue?
‘Where you going?’
‘Down the pub!’
Wrath
And, in a moment all gone,
no going back, not one thing,
an adding up, the summing of
all fears, no logic, circumstance
released, within all, wrath distils.
…..
Top of head poems to Twitter #vss365 word prompts 5th – 9th June’21
Ticked Off
Had he been living,
breathing, yes, while
growing up, I guess,
manning up, chances,
running risks, more a
slow walk to age, now
taking in, played safe,
watching her, covetous,
like him, she wished,
didn’t ask, didn’t say,
ticked off, another day.
