Jean Renwick Poems

Temptation’s strong
We’re on our way
Down Hell’s Highway
Won’t take long.
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I heard her say, in a dark, quiet moment
after three too many of those dark, thick drinks smooth as velvet –

“My nana died less than a month before I turned fifteen.
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I’m just sitting here feeling like a fool, by myself.
If the booking and appointment were for 7pm,
Why on earth has no-one else arrived?
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They met, they matched
This love had Terry on a cloud
But what a love he’d found –
Terry’s parents were not proud.
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We can stand in the neon light of love
And be the quick that sparks the flame.
We can carry packs of anger and hate
Strapped between destruction and pain.
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I’m by no means a fantasist
I can be honest with myself –
My life is tempered by self-pity.
It’s why I’m so shy
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We live on the edge and dare
ourselves with each new suicide poem.

Punch and hit and kick
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Just when you think the artificial
cannot equal
the colours of nature,
They’ve gone and matched
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All the world’s dying young
And I’m just hanging in here
Take the black with the white
Thinking it will clarify the grey
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It’s been 15 days since my hand was held in yours.
It was a sunny day, and sharp
And we swallowed shyness with our ice cream cones.
I was so antsy with wanting to really look at you
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