Whiskey Glass

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Photo by Frances Livings

The dewy kiss of morning light,
shines upon our wallpaper
water stains
crease the lines
and bare our pain
lipstick marks the mirror,
crimson curled
floral and mould weave
an asymmetrical pattern
breathing life into where we dwell

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Photo by Francesca Woodman

We’re the sawed off pieces of vintage
lace blowing against the window frame
The rotting leg, of a Victorian chase
mercury glass hangs –
the ceiling; a cold damp place,
with a tobacco stench

You, sit in silence
with a comb through your hair,
like an willow branch bowed at the waist
once an oriental lily,
now a bud cut from a stem

I, sit in silence
with a whiskey glass in my hand,
fingers blanched
Blank and vacant decadence
a childlike glance

We can’t recollect
a time before this,
Our withered bones and shredded skin
glisten in the sun
breeding
an unfortunate tale
one of stagnant drench.

@ J.CALVERT 2017

When I wrote this, I had a clear picture in my head, of a beautiful women fading-vacant and a man with a whiskey glass in hand. A time of depression, where the bottle took over their lives. Not sure where this poem came from, but it was written. Funny how the writers mind works.

Do you often read your work back and think where did this come from?

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If I Had A Heart


Bring back a day,
From the past,
Lose myself in the bliss,
Taste the memories, on my lips,
Toy with the recollection,
Of anecdotes and legends,
Of warriors and shield-maidens,

Nostalgia for your touch,
Fill my sleep,
If I had a heart, I would feel the pain,
A thousand deaths would greet my fate,
Bitter against the grain,
And slaughtered in shallow graves,
Suspended by wire threads
That hold my limbs,
And feather spikes,
That shawl my dearth,

My voice a lost language,
Speaks only to me,
If I had a tongue, I would lick your wounds clean,
In forgotten reap, lesions contort my skin,
Feast like poison through my bloodstream,
Diffusing over the mountaintops,
Clearing the snow peaks,
Vanished within the clouds,
A tribe of souls walking these very steps,
Vanquishing in stolen breaths.

 

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May your Christmas be joyous, happy and full of cherished memories.

Love Jen xxx

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