Frances M Poems

My voice is
echoing
through the breeze
...

Dancing
romancing
prancing
enchanting
...

We live for sheep
and d' love the sheeps
and they d' love us
we love how they bleet
...

Strumming our guitars
to the wrong fecking beat
Singing out of tune
Tapping our bare feet
...

Soft sweet melody
of forgotten tunes
upon the sea
the orchestra sleep
...

My chest is rattling,
My sinuses are blocked,
I've been snivelly and yuck,
Since seven o'clock!
...

Like moths to the bulb
they arrive.

Their beady eyes scan the room for traces of alcohol
...

This mountain has grown
right over my head,
It keeps me awake,
When I'm lying in bed.
...