He stalked the animal –
As his father had taught him,
Across the tribal lands.
Then,
With the new rifle to his shoulder
He stole the creatures spirit.
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Hot sand on bare feet
Christmas lunch is prawns and fruit
The Saviour smiles down.
wishing you all peace, health and happiness for Christmas and the New Year
Christmas lights are strung
Lightning rips a steamy sky
Ice cold drinks arrive
Inside my head is a voice
I don’t think it’s mine
It holds conversations –
In whispers.
I’m not privy to its plans
And I’m not sure I want to be.
Just yesterday I caught it snickering –
As I fumbled with my laces.
‘Take them out’ it hissed.
I knew what it wanted,
So I quickly hurried to the street
And the deadening hubbub
Of a peak hour bustle.
It was rude with its comments.
I was embarrassed.
Wondering if others knew
That it railed against their very existence –
Sometimes I confront it,
‘You can’t speak that way’ I’ll say.
It just laughs and tells me to fuck off.
I know it wants me to end it –
Take us both over the edge of a cliff,
Or maybe bleed into a hot bath.
But I’m not ready.
I’m hoping it moves out soon –
Not sure how much longer
I can keep saying no.
*photo by Lyne
Stop, listen, what’s that sound
It’s another heart
Along side yours
Beating time
A drum
Peace
Once
A tree
And it’s shade
Held me safely
Kept me cool for free
Protected me from rain
Remained strong as I grew weak
And now it’s teak still holds me close
As into this earth my body goes
To feed the tree, that upon me, will grow
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An Etheree, about a tree. Thanks for the tip Maniparna
Poetry is my aeroplane 