Monthly Archives: February 2016

Laertes

I was only ever a pawn, wasn’t I?

Dispatched in Act 1 to be

despatched in Act 5, missing

all the deaths but my own: my

father’s murder, my

sister’s suicide, all caused by his

sullen, injured otherness.

 

Was my primrose path meant to

placate me (as I bustled about,

playing bit parts), and who

exactly was it you loathed so much to

exterminate a family? For I know

however nice you seemed you

certainly knew how to hate.

Victory?

You thought it a victory to bed me but

what was that feather on your pillow when you

woke with me gone, wondering

what bird it might be from and how it

got in through closed windows.

 

And I walk away, putting my

fingers to my nose until your

feral smell slowly fades

into the prickly scent of bay.

 

Puzzled, you shrug into

yesterday’s clothes emblazoned with that

annoying tick that is nowadays and

I suppose forever

my name.

 

Lists

There’s a rage that grows with age,

seeing old mistakes revisited,

reinvigorated, wanting to

bang heads together, make those

shouting “Revolution” watch the

slow or barbarously speedy

deaths of millions

unlucky enough to end up on

someone’s list, the list of

those hated, not wanted, not

worthy of the latest Utopia, and I

defy you to tell me you

don’t have such a list

secreted somewhere about

your person.

Work

Work is a super-saturated solution

panned for the

tiny flecks of gold which

over time you hope will end up

weighing something.

Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That

MULTIGLOM

The Anne Billson blog

A Submissive Wife

Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.

Life of a Kinky Wife

Marriage with a Twist

The Weaver of Words

"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do is feel." -Atticus

Works of an Unsettled Mind

Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs

Upashna

In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.

My Liver's Trying to Kill Me!... Oh Wait.

A Journey to a Healthier Me.

Undressed Thoughts

layers of my onion head

The Wild Heart of Life

"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce

Veronica Love-Wylde

Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage

Filimages

A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?

BlogUnseen

Written Thoughts, Spoken through verse...

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds