Wednesday, 16 January 2019

16th January 2019

vapour trails
feathered in the wind
gull's cry


© Rachel Green 2018

glove puppets
added to the charity bag
zebra, lion, dog
They've languished untouched
for several years
time to move on


© Rachel Green 2018

Tuesday, 15 January 2019

15th January 2019

clouds
feathered like fjords
against the cold blue


© Rachel Green 2018

old partner
prompts no regret;
only sorrow at their broken life
husband gone,
child dead
grandchild dead
parents dead
and they still rail against the world
wishing they had more
and regretting,
bemoaning,
that I didn't die when they left.


© Rachel Green 2018

Monday, 14 January 2019

14th January 2019

pink clouds
bring forth a mostly-blue sky
frozen ground


© Rachel Green 2018

curious
to find poems online
about my own transition
from the perspective of my ex.
Dear dog, but they hated me.
All I have left for them is sorrow
and the slight envy
of the 200K profit
they sold the house for


© Rachel Green 2018

Sunday, 13 January 2019

13th January 2019

drizzle
through skeletal branches
wind-blown trash


© Rachel Green 2018

tell them
we don't want it
we were lied to all along
about the benefits
and told nothing of the consequences.
these slings and arrows
hurt only us.


© Rachel Green 2018

Saturday, 12 January 2019

12th January 2019

grey skies
among the raindrops
rosemary flowers


© Rachel Green 2018

an old film
flying through tunnels
pink and pulsing
alive and dangerous
on the big screen.
A round jawed monster
takes a bite of the wall
removing a polyp for biopsy.
Stomach cramps
as the camera moves up


© Rachel Green 2018

Friday, 11 January 2019

11th January 2019

bright, unshiny sky
filling the front garden
dead leaves and litter


© Rachel Green 2018

one of those dreams
where you find yourself naked
walking down Granger Street
but at the bottom it's Princess Street
and you've changed towns.
I am much younger there,
pert breasts and flat stomach
draped in an acrylic fur blanket
courtesy of the Oxfam shop


© Rachel Green 2018

Thursday, 10 January 2019

10th January 2019

"Creepy Sheep 4" (found on internet)
night frost
removed by early morning cloud
starlight


© Rachel Green 2018

why can I remember
the exact names and features
of those I worked with
twenty-plus years ago
and recall them perfectly
in anxiety-related dreams?
I can't remember people I loved
only a few years ago
and the dreams about packing
and moving an art studio
just never happened.
Why did I dream
about a stolen painting?


© Rachel Green 2018