Monday, 27 February 2017

poetry 2017 / 032

Unrequited

Peter Dashey used to chase me home
threatening me with beatings
for being a sissy
a poofter
a ginger.
I was ten or eleven
afraid to tell my parents
who would tell me to stand up for myself
or I'd be a big girl's blouse.

Every day a different route
the streamers on my handlebars flying
with the desire to keep me safe,
the half-mile home
stretching into two, five,
as I sought longer routes
where he wouldn't be waiting
on one corner or another,
fists ready to pound his hatred
into something he saw as weak.

His brothers were the same,
sporting bruises from their father,
walking to school with his discarded beers
but only Peter had to work his issues
on the freckled canvas of my face.

Poor Peter
swept into the recesses of memory
with the bike shelter cigarettes
and cricket stand Bjs

short forms 27th February 2017

morning
the dead awaken
reluctant for college
they'd rather eat pizza and play
consoles


© Rachel Green 2017

morning blue
washed away with dirty rag
a frenzy of swifts


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private prisons
returned by Cheeto Pres
tax dollars for buddies
It becomes profitable
to punish infractions


© Rachel Green 2017

pick rucksack
carried by yawning girl
schoolward bound

her walk carefully timed
to avoid playground bullies
and locker-room taunts

snail paced


© Rachel Green 2017

weight loss. One stomach fades away

© Rachel Green 2017

Sunday, 26 February 2017

short forms 26th February 2017

pulling things
from points of view
into one person's perspective
seems like too much work to process.
Old tales


© Rachel Green 2017

blue sky
vapour trails dissipate
sparrow song


© Rachel Green 2017

odd thought
I need to learn welding
for garden sculpture
Tossing metal about
would help the biceps


© Rachel Green 2017

endless jiu-jitsu vids
are being slowly replaced
by work-out routines

starting to get the feel
of basic muscle groups
and exercises for them

will I ever get fit?


© Rachel Green 2017

oatmeal. Her new favourite go-to.

© Rachel Green 2017

Saturday, 25 February 2017

short forms 25th February 2017

her purse
returned to her
before she was aware
she'd dropped it. Was she a victim
of theft?


© Rachel Green 2017

dreary morning
two girls pass the house
pyjamas and parkas


© Rachel Green 2017

work to do
dog walking, training
and feeding cats
if only she wasn't do tired
she'd be enthused


© Rachel Green 2017

evening class
jiu-jitsu fundamentals
Amassa Pão choke

I train with a boy
forty years my junior
and he's a natural

(also train the defence)


© Rachel Green 2017

Oatmeal breakfast. Her under-eye shadows.

© Rachel Green 2017

Friday, 24 February 2017

poetry 2017 / 031

Apology

It's time to say I'm sorry
for all the things I did
when I was avaricious, proud or angry;
The time I punched John Emerson in the liver
for calling me... whatever it was...
for pulling Sally's Cooper's hair
because she stopped being my friend;
for writing grafitti on the school bus
and sawing through the table in home room.
For writing lurid teenage sex stories
starring the current recipient of my lust.
The time I stole porn mags from John Menzies
and sold them to the boys at school.
For stealing my father's cigarettes,
a bottle of whisky from the pantry,
and chocolate from my mother's shop.
The night I kicked a bloke in the neck
for beating up my bff
and the harsh words over Messenger
when Vicky finally dumped me
because she was straight after all.
Now I'm sorry for my complacency;
my peace with the world
and my lack of ambition;
but most of all to myself
for the abuses of my body
and the extra hundred pounds of weight.

short forms 24th February 2017

one view
one character
interacting with the
assembled regulars: werewolves
and vamps


© Rachel Green 2017

sunshine
after the hurricane
street litter


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hot oatmeal
a promise to my muscles
leg day
but first tasks first:
walk dogs, feed cats


© Rachel Green 2017

no interest
in printer for sale
i drop the price

brand new A3 printer
with full wifi features
only sixty quid

huge doorstop


© Rachel Green 2017

aching muscles. She can't see improvement.

© Rachel Green 2017

Thursday, 23 February 2017

short forms 23rd February 2017

rewrite
two points of vies
from Yana and Penny
one religious assassin, one
a ghost


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horizontal rain
a visit from Boris
our bin full of roof


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kickboxing classes
at my local gym
tempted to sign up
maybe a class a week
would help my technique


© Rachel Green 2017

time management
failing to apply priorities
over internet usage

cat feeding
dog walking
jiu-jitsu at eleven

no, Bored Panda, no


© Rachel Green 2017

increased weight leads to depression. Meh.

© Rachel Green 2017