A Place of Last Resort – National Poetry Day


A Place of Last Resort – National Poetry Day


She limps, her walking stick tap-tapping
struggling to remember why
she is wearing her favourite floral dress
she glances at her sister-in-law,
overwhelmed
they were young teens
snatched from their homes,
dragged along dusty roads
imprisoned in a blood-red house
raped repeatedly
comfort women,
now in their twilight years
tap-tapping into rooms with sticks
trying to forget what can’t be forgotten


Crusty casing – buffering the ravages of time
a skeletal trunk bravely bending into the wind
with fortitude and grace
Coarse but staunch
extraordinarily ordinary,
a-peeling, papery thin arms thrusting upwards
towards languid finespun catkins
auspiciously alluring and ambitious
alpha and omega of the whole
crepuscular dappled branches
knotted, knobby ripples teeming and
budding with blossoming display

Published by Green Ink Poetry 2023

Always
Gale’s marriage was stormy, gusty, her visibility poor
a blight
hidden by chador, and bruises – gradually easing later
with ice.
His fist, imminent – never moderate
veering, cyclonic
A hoar!
Losing identity, rather quickly she moved out
rough, very rough – then phenomenal
occasionally falling, steadily rising
Gutsy now,
frost between them is predicted
forever

Published by SpillWords 2023
