Happy Thursday everyone! We’ve nearly reached that elusive weekend… Today’s throwback pick is “Grey”, originally posted in March, in homage to today’s dull grey skies. I’m usually a sun-worshipper, so this weather is making me long for the crisp, bright, wintry days ahead! Hope you enjoy the poem 🙂
There is a point of entry, punctured by words like knives,
And in comes the coldness, icy tendrils round the heart,
It spreads as your blood freezes; each limb becoming numb,
And all because you simply said “It’s best if we’re apart”.
Sobs rocked me to sleep
Darkness my comfort blanket
Tears my lullaby
Emma H, age 26, 17/02/2017
The rain thunders down,
People run around like clowns
In a bleak dark town.
Michael E, age 27, 01/06/2017
I feel myself sinking into ravenous quicksand
As I frantically cling to your reaching hand
The soft shifting surface slowly swallows me
And my cracking voice cries for help desperately
My life is grey.
As grey as the swollen rainclouds and their curtain of drizzle,
As grey as a pigeon’s wing slicing through the dense, sluggish smog,