Polly

Writings and Witterings


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'Blue Tit'  photo by Mike Boyes

‘Blue Tit’
photo by Mike Boyes

‘T·see, t·see, t·see.’
With his blue cap
and proud yellow chest,
on his back
a bright green vest,
upside down
on round bird feeder
–acrobatic little tweeter–

Polly Robinson 2014

 

This gorgeous photo by Mike Boyes reminded me of my poem – originally published in 2012 – it’s had a bit of a polish since then ;)


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All The Girls And Boys

Lips to lips, smooth as satin,
squash against teeth;
mouths open
tentative tongues touch and retreat.
Hands cup and curl on earlobes, creep
to cradle napes of necks;
that feeling spirals upwards like smoke.
Eye to eye: should they be closed?
Hair is stroked, soft curls spring
under searching fingers.
‘Morningtown Ride,’
—innocence and sunshine.
Train whistles,
not beneath blankets
but on the sofa.
Mum and Dad are out.

Polly Robinson © 2014


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Candles And Splinters

Apples stacked
on racks Father made;
wooden, tough, splintery, like Mother.

The cellar doors creak,
a cast latch speaks
with a clatter as the doors shut fast.

My hands search for matches–forbidden matches–
and candles–forbidden candles–
a saucer to catch the wax.

The scent of apples, gift-wrapped in old newspaper,
blend with candle cologne.
I breathe the clagging coal dust

in the darkness of the cellar.
A dozen steps down
from the sliver of a frown,

on the brow of a peevish mother,
her ire aimed at me
for climbing the ancient oak tree.

‘Not ladylike,’ she said,
–raised her arm–I ran–
‘Come back!’

I’m caught in a soft candle glow.

Polly Robinson © 2014