Saturday 20 August 2016

Domestic Olympiad


After the five-ring circus of their sex
she draped herself in
no-one’s flag, had
no medals around her neck, heard
no applause or cheers from
non-existent spectators, was not
judged or awarded points or
penalised for some
minor infringement, but still
sweated, dripped, struggled to
catch her breath, needed badly to
rehydrate, looked forward to a
possible repechage.

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Thursday 4 August 2016

The Three Graces


I never know which of your
three selves will grace me tonight: your
reflection, all spine, demanding
touch or tongue; or your shadow
so adept at slipping away
giggling at how inept I am at
catching; or your corporeal self
just waiting to be caught.

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)