Commonword Blogs

You eased my sparkly
ladybird purse into your back pocket
sliding me a secret smile:
a language of colour and light

I collected the glints and dimples
you showed me on the winter nights.
They kept the chill from my fingers.
Your friendship: gloves
around the hands of time

For us only:
the nights spent pushing words up hill
severing gasps of cold air.
For us only the parallel
sleeping and curve of acceptance

We were irridesent particles:
syllables kaleidoscoped between us
our bodies merging mist
fragments forming a whole

Music held messages in its lyrical fist

Maybe cats meander on another street
and snails sloth minutely in the lawn.
Drenched dogs gambole in a neighbouring field.

Slick pebbles shield insects from sight
ambititious ants bustle there
whilst soggy branches whisper over
budding bluebells and a bunch of yellow flowers

Potential pedestrains prevaricate indoors
Mulling over domestic choices.
curled up with a book
whilst streamed windows blur

Cars sigh in garages
or lie idol in the torrent.
Their helplessness apparent:
yearning to start their heaters blowing
and their wipers swishing

No planes streak the sky today

Theres a guy the opposit of ambitious
Adverse to pinstripes,order, folders
and all things typed

Hates the words modules, schedules and meetings
Loathes all food with meat in

Has no time for time
sees the grouchy nature of clocks
and the bilingual nature of colour.
Rejoices in the serenity of empty
and the shape of plans unmade

Believes dreams are in the next room cooking chips
and that goals and ambitions split was an amicable one

He knows that fulfilment lilts a train ride away
That trying too hard hurts your eyes
And that aims keep your toes warm

My inner child
wants to explore the wonders
of washing up liquid bottles
and the adaptability of
sticky back plastic

Wants to stick her face in glitter
Apply for a Blue Peter Badge
Recieve a Why Don't You Fact Pack
And have Jim fix it for her
to finger-paint her way to success

She wants to skip
Turn handstands
And camp in the Wendy House
Sucking hot chocolate
through a twirly straw

Little Me wants to
fuzzy-felt away the lonely evenings
And detain the Care Bear for questioning
at the Lego police station

She magnadoogles herself a new life

She reins emotions in
saddles up against un-raged storms
If she had to say she loved you
the words would
cascade from her soul
threading silver highlights through the air
on their descent to the ground
where they would pool around her feet
in regret