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Your Father
Your father is still your father. Love him and forgive him as a young child.
The way you were in expectant, resolute delight of his arms around you.
Your father is still your father in his audacious crime of falling in love.
I, his Pygmalion’s statue, his muse, his mistress, his little goth whore,
you see me as nothing better than shit on your kitchen floor
before gathering round the ...
Saturday 31st August 2013 10:11 am
Voyeur
Moon beckons a beacon for the night demon’s path. Comfort strewn by creaks
of cooling corners in the bedroom. Dutiful goodnight kisses obligate a renewed
commitment to freshly etched, stone set commandments of the marriage rite.
Left alone, he clicks familiar websites, browsing history carefully kept out of sight.
Easing tension transiently until eyes hit on a caress of a photo...
Saturday 24th August 2013 7:57 am
Daddy edited poem
My brother
called you back
from the edge
of death.
But you were
in so much
pain, and you
had suffered enough.
We said good bye,
My Mother, My sister,
My brother and I.
We held each
other and
we cried.
The day that
you left us.
The day
...
Wednesday 21st August 2013 9:17 pm
Benefit of the Doubt
The boy’s blue eyes shone
Tried so hard to be good
Tall frame was troubled
So easily misunderstood
But something happened
A long time ago
That split his heart
And darkened his soul
He had to feel needed
Wanted and secure
To cover the emptiness
And risk of wanting more
He worked and toiled
To fill the vacuum inside
He crea...
Saturday 17th August 2013 8:05 am
Owl Ghost
Curtains drawn
One sunny morn
A white shadow
On patio door
Since that night
No cry heard
Death knoll subdued
Prey is disturbed
Prophecy or protection
Wisdom or inflection
Your powder down
I cannot clean
A haunting call through the valleys of resentment
Forgive – forgive - forgive
© Katypoetess 2013
Saturday 10th August 2013 8:25 am
Your dawn chorus
Saturday 10th August 2013 7:14 am
Matchbox
Picked you up
Turned you around
Stroked your feet
Knocked your crown
I looked inside
Took last light
Struck it hard
Flared the night
Burnt the skin
Flame lives within
Bound by Stockholm
Protected from wind
Loyal knights
Play a tune
Of ruined castles
In shallow dune
Didn’t burn away
Like it should
Fue...
Saturday 3rd August 2013 7:51 am
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