Poetry | Stories | Photography
Within the dimly lit summer lounge room
I catch a glimpse of a frazzled hot witch
She has the look of unspoken potions
a level wild stare from the heathen glass
Fed up with the toxic washing machine
ready to cast a spell with the kettle
Recovering from a hellish hot flush
friends for a little while with the steel fridge
Touching the wispy fluff muff on her head
sad tones take her heart to the coffee cup
A gratitude vibe from the dirt within
no need to turn the sour bitches into toads
a playful shadow
intertwining and chasing
glimpsing a tail
this endless summer
Aloe Vera soothes the skin
The kettle screams, ” Tea! “
rolling on and off the lounge
napping while watching Netflix
leaves fall in the night
the thrum of the forest drums
wild tribal dancing
alive, yet erased
cloth denies identity
no voices allowed
an education
imagination and dreams
the Taliban takes
when nothing remains
strong women stand tall with a
quiver and arrows
a forgotten death
for the tyranny of this
land must be undone
the wane of the moon
My past and the present go
a new beginning
an extreme heat day
social media pollutes
my dear optimism
itchy from the wind
on the cusp of a sweet nap
insistent meows
the washing machine chimes in
ready for a holiday
Rows of dream houses
Here, today looks the same as
simple yesterday
Inside the four walls
The ruse of our lives is clear
as we slowly change
Constant internet
Increasingly filtered snacks
armchair protesting
wandering in the snow
We know the ways of this land
Whispers of war come
We will not bend the knee to
men who possess no honour
C & K 