hushed tones,
uncomfortable words shared
in secret, I don’t want
to hear about it any longer
make it go away
these unwelcome overtures
bringing nothing but
discomfort instead of joy,
the hours pass by
the whispering continues
Flowers in a secret garden,
at first blush-cheeks
the color of a fine rosé wine.
I have a little secret which I’m gonna let you know!
I hid my Will in a biscuit tin, many moons ago.
I also wrote a little note and tucked it safe inside.
Some photos too, of my bygone years; to be opened when I died.
That biscuit tin’s well hidden and I’m SURE it’s full of rust,
I never told a single soul, for there’s no one I would trust.
A fortune from my lifetime? Bequeathed to all those left?
Can my legacy bring them joy, or will they feel bereft?
Would love to see their faces when they get this gift from me
Can see them booking flights to destinations ‘cross the sea.
Champagne corks a-popping as they work out what to buy.
And I feel a little guilty, as I deem to tell you why.
I’ve spent the ruddy lot you see, and I have had a ball!
No old timer’s home for me, the beer-off’s had it all
Not a dime, nor a pound; there is nothing that they’re due,
There’s just THAT piece of paper. A simple I.O.U.!
It’s midday!
a familiar corner
they’re always there
vivid gaudy make up
glittery red
thigh high boots
sparkly
micro mini skirts
with midriff tops…
and always..
seedy smiles
A car pulls alongside.
The occupant
scrutinises
not only faces.
They barter..
a door opens
now there are
two inside.
Is he
a lawyer
doctor
husband
or
someone’s father?
Wizened hardened
resilient
cracks upon my core
bark stripped off
left seeping.
Branches haphazardly
severed
new twigs peeping
Laden boughs drooping
eerily snooping
to hear more
First lingering kiss
under the camoflauge
of my canopy
subsequently…
with more intensity.
Gouged out in places
knotted knobs of keloid
where lovers names
within my cambium
engraved.
Immortalized!
Uninvited guests
my proximity invaded.
Subjected to
inebriated
foul
yellow tinged urine,
my dignity
compromised
Objection
not an option
I’m rooted to the ground.
I’ve heard and seen it all
Firmly yet I stand
You need not worry
upon my lofty bosom
your secrets I behold
I promise..
never..
to be told
Feelings of
uncertainty
trapped
inside
absurdity
As leaden
stones
of gray
Keep the
hearts
frailty
at bay
Hidden
jewels-
the souls
fool…
Treasures
beyond
endeavor
Forever
to remain
Forbidden
to impart
Are the
secrets
of one’s
heart…
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In a fort that we made
in a Sunday haze
made out of blankets and sheets.
So gentle, kind, and tender there,
I do declare
I once mistook you for a sunbeam.
Off in our own little world
chasing after secrets, jailed by secrets that we keep