Sunday, 4 September 2011
Swordfighting (Original Writing)
Swordfighting
She snaps my sword
(practically in two)
with a parry and a mighty splintering of wood
I go to fetch some masking tape
as she dances in confetti of shrapnel
The camera clicks
and we draw on symbols with eyeliner
We'll do the ears later
- sharpen them to points with a trusty Photoshop brush
that changes us into liquid
I lay my sword to rest
the injuries sustained
no amount of tape can mend
We look solemn for a moment
us liquidised warriors
with drawn on eyebrows and braided hair
Until I brandish a new sword:
freshly picked
and, again, our battle is punctuated
with the sound of parries and photography
She snaps my sword
(practically in two)
with a parry and a mighty splintering of wood
I go to fetch some masking tape
as she dances in confetti of shrapnel
The camera clicks
and we draw on symbols with eyeliner
We'll do the ears later
- sharpen them to points with a trusty Photoshop brush
that changes us into liquid
I lay my sword to rest
the injuries sustained
no amount of tape can mend
We look solemn for a moment
us liquidised warriors
with drawn on eyebrows and braided hair
Until I brandish a new sword:
freshly picked
and, again, our battle is punctuated
with the sound of parries and photography
The Circle (Original Writing)
The Circle
Stitch the seams
Prick your finger with a needle
(twice)
Wisecrack over a morphy iron
with fingernails of six different colours:
a spectacular array of watery Superdrug testers
The spectrum of
three woman
two generations
and one Primark
The iron leaves a burn
on the circular skirt
We hide it on the inside:
a fingerprint of carefree creation
Flip the inside-out outsides in, and
viola!
Lordy Lumlocks
and giddy Auntie Jane with a million Jack Russells
We've done it!
A circle of friendship
with a waistband made of sisterhood
A handmade symbol that means
shaved legs
high heels
and a lick of paint
Breathe it in...
the sweet taste of success
mixed with lipgloss that tingles
and tastes like Barbie
We giggle and cluck like hens
dancing Flamenco on a rickety attic floor...
Stitch the seams
Prick your finger with a needle
(twice)
Wisecrack over a morphy iron
with fingernails of six different colours:
a spectacular array of watery Superdrug testers
The spectrum of
three woman
two generations
and one Primark
The iron leaves a burn
on the circular skirt
We hide it on the inside:
a fingerprint of carefree creation
Flip the inside-out outsides in, and
viola!
Lordy Lumlocks
and giddy Auntie Jane with a million Jack Russells
We've done it!
A circle of friendship
with a waistband made of sisterhood
A handmade symbol that means
shaved legs
high heels
and a lick of paint
Breathe it in...
the sweet taste of success
mixed with lipgloss that tingles
and tastes like Barbie
We giggle and cluck like hens
dancing Flamenco on a rickety attic floor...
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