The Boy on the Beach

Drowned boy

The Boy on the Beach

He lies like a beached seal, washed up like human driftwood on the unforgiving sand.

He came from a war; fleeing towards peace, chasing freedom, safety and security.

His parents wanted all the things we have

Like a decent education for the children and a job that pays more than a pittance.

But most of all they wanted their children to be safe.

The boy thought he was going to a better place.

How right he was.

 

What has turned the Mediterranean into a graveyard?

A place where the unwanted die as the uncaring look on.

Right wingers beat the nationalist drum and raise panic in their wake.

The threatened become the threat as they mill around trying to reach safety.

When did fleeing persecution become a crime?

 

A policeman carries the boy’s body away

To a peace that he never knew in life.

 

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Daddy’s Girl

Daddy and I

One thing that used to drive me mad
was my mum saying “You’re just like your dad.”
It was the thing I hated most in all the world;
I definitely wasn’t Daddy’s girl.

As I grew older I started to roam,
glad to get away from the family home.
I wanted to see the world
and I didn’t want to be my daddy’s girl.

But times change and so did my mind,
I’m glad to leave my hatred far behind.
Now I’m proud to tell the world,
“Yes, I am my daddy’s girl!”

Love is like…

love 1

Love is like iron.
Love is like the jaws of a shark; full of bite.
Love is like willow trees in the rain, bending their tears into the water.
Love is like coffee too hot to drink, it burns your mouth with its heat.
Love is like a mirror you look into and all you see reflected back is more love.
Love is like a duvet; warm, comforting, smothering.
Love is like that itch between your shoulder blades that you just can’t reach.
Love is like a symphony played slightly out of tune.
Love is like that jingle on the radio that you end up singing all day until it drives you crazy.
Love is just love.

Magnetic Poetry

poetry blog

Thanks to the influence of OctPoWriMo http://www.octpowrimo.com/ and the wonderful Morgan Dragonwillow, I was inspired to have another go at my magnetic poetry set and here is the result.

make believe woman is a monster/almost sweet on the hot hard morning/rain goddess bring me your night.

Rain!

rain falling

This is a poem I wrote a while ago. Using it now is probably wishful thinking as the last few days have been so hot I would actually welcome a bit of cooling rain right now.

Rain

Curtain of water,
Familiar blanket of wetness,
Grey skied creator of puddles,
Stealer of the sun;
Drowning warmth in your cold dampness,
Sliding over the street and dripping from drainpipes.
Nature’s percussion
Playing on the ground.