Poetry Friday 26

So 26 consecutive weeks of poetry on a Friday, that’s half a year of poetry. Not bad for a non-poet. 

Three poems for you today. All works in progress. Any feedback welcome.

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Voyeurism

Silky stockings stretch

over her fingers

then slide over sleek, shapely legs.

Her black dress tumbles and ripples,

then is soothed by hand.

She dabs perfume on her neck

as she slips into her heels,

and inspects herself in the

full-length mirror.

Her eyes are different from mine.

Mine approve, admire, adore.

Hers find fault, see lines,

admonish for

the pastry at breakfast,

the skipped gym class.

And curse her mother

for the hips she inherited.

She sits on her bed and lights a cigarette;

blowing out smoke from her ruby lips

Then she checks the time,

extinguishes the light and

goes out into the night.

All the time unaware

that this secret artist

was painting her soul.

Duvet Days

A snowbound moon

bristles through the trees.

Blurry eyes grow accustomed

to the sound of the alarm.

Ahead of you is the lonely road,

just crows and starlings for company 

as the sun struggles to rise.

Here is sleepy-head warmth.
So cling to the duvet 

in the forlorn hope 

that the alarm has rung 

in error. 

It snows in Athens.

It snows in Athens;

         it snows in Athens!

I know it snows in Athens.

Because there’s a snowflake

on the end of my nose.

A snowflake on my nose.

My nose in Athens.

It snows in Athens.

I came for blue sky, sunshine.

not for a cold nose.

A nose with snowflakes on the end.

but a snowflake on the end of my nose

tells me what I now know;
It snows in Athens.

Thanks for supporting me through this project. This might be the last one, it seems a good place to leave it, but I’ve said that before.