Obeys physics:
Plucked from cloud,
Chauffeured to Earth
Inside twelve seconds.
...
Woke up this morning like James
Bomb; like a Blues song gone wrong.
Dismantled my socks to stitch
the hole in my knees. I kept
...
Winter’s in the blue corner:
summer’s in the red.
The mittens are off –
Britain’s Got Talons –
...
For granted you took your body cogs, oiling them with tar
But all workers need refreshment – even automata.
Eighteen months later, the service is largely lip:
“The weekend Dad’s body betrayed him. What karma! ”
...
As my car tiptoes towards the usual craggy cliff-face and
My eyes screw tight with ostrich logic, it occurs to me:
In any isolated year, loads of seasoned travellers
Pace the same loose-stone terrain.
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Hey, I'm Annie. I'm 17. At the minute I'm applying to uni to study English Literature with Creative Writing. I mainly write monologues. To be honest I'm a bit rubbish at poetry, but I wanted to give a bit of variety to my portfolio. So please... be harsh... I can take it :))
A Raindrop
Obeys physics:
Plucked from cloud,
Chauffeured to Earth
Inside twelve seconds.
Bald heads forecast this
In cells of science.
Feel the watery
Tattoo on skin.