punch drunk dreams

punch drunk dreams : SM Jenkin

punch drunk dreams

those languid peach dreams
recall light in petals
his honey drunk friends
sing deliriously
but never
could she have
you
 here

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Fridge poem by SM Jenkin

Final Mindful Writing 31 - Grandparents

In their wedding best

they stand for the photo,

before the brown brickwork

of some wall. They are quite

dwarfed by the photo frame,

pear, peach, apple

pomegranate twined and full.

I close my eyes like my grandfather

in photographs; beneath the

dust I see my grandmother's eyes

shut, too.

My grandparents
Image credit: SM Jenkin

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This is the final part of the small stones writing challenge

The art of paying attention

Mindful Writing 30 - Burned Diaries

My mother has walked in

from her garden;

the arms of the tulips on her

cardigan writhe like

black flames against a

pink sunset. Her eyes water,

but there is no more smoke,

no soot; her hands are clean.

Image credit: Emmi P

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

The art of paying attention

Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/

Mindful Writing 29 - lightbulb moment

A cough, the delicate staccato

of the best man at a wedding

tipping the side of a wineglass

with a fork.

The flash catches me unaware,

my hand on the

switch. It is still

dark.

Picture credit: M Connors

This is part of the small stones writing challenge

The art of paying attention

Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/

Mindful Writing 28 - Ginger

The sunshine of your

smile has singed your

beautiful beard quite

ginger;

the sparks in the

middle of a fire.

Warming, not burning.

(I hope)

Picture credit: hotblack

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention
Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/

Mindful Writing 27 - Bills

Bills and bank statements,

artfully arranged and

rearranged on

my beige floor.

Again.

Piled up, jagged edges ready to

vomit onto the soft

pile; I size them

up, and shudder.

Picture credit : M Connors

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention
Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/