She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories
She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories
A severed serpent-coil of restless unhomed energy.
Where there was two, remains only one.
One had been the moon, the other, the sun.
Hearts once connected, orbiting a shared solar system
Are now the Boötes void - an empty space of drifting.
She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories
A severed serpent-coil of restless unhomed energy.
Two peas in a pod huddled and guarded
Are suddenly shelled to be cruelly disregarded.
Her body is buttered steamed and eaten -
Can this morose craving for connection be beaten?
She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories
A severed serpent-coil of restless unhomed energy.
This loss lives as an unceasing combing of her brain.
A lost illogical love leaves part of her homeless again.
Wisdom speaks that others cannot complete you –
But dull loneliness feeds from the pain of missing her two.
Clapham Common, London
5 November 2021
Girl’s Just Want to Have Fun
Robert Hazard (original)
Part A
She unstitched and re-stitched the seams of her eye, working from the lens all the way down to the ciliary muscle. The gesture lacked lustre. The threads hung limp. She yearned to see the world anew each time the needle stabbed through her retina. She would unpick history and sew a different story.
We used the remaining thread to erect a slim bridge, reinforced by our words. It hung suspended in the air, yet secured by our poésie which danced through the ribbons of thread between us.
He sat in the empty space beneath, licking his lips and thumping one of his great lion paws, hoping one of us would tumble into his jaws.
29 November 2019
The Hurst, Shropshire
The Backbone
Girl A
“& my intended lust has never been cleaner”