As she said All must die Ending and leaving Are the only certainties And so accept And believe in today Not just for its memories But for its essence and its life It is all we have. And it is indestructible Whilst it is. © DEB – August 2005
Category: Verse
Invisible Death
I used to travel through the labyrinth of the Kings Cross Underground twice a day before I left London in 1987. This was written after I returned, some months after the awful fire in which so many died. I am publishing this exactly 25 years after that tragedy. No evidence of that night of death.…
The Recipe
Firstly we were: tenderised by trauma pulverised with pain reduced by rejection marinated in melancholy
Real Love
Does not fade when the militant shadows smother the August sun But deepens with the oranges and crimsons of the September sunset. Does not wilt with the rose petals in the cutting winds of October But flourishes in the chocolate and golden browns of the leaves.
The Television Trap
Television, We’re all in your power. We sit and we watch and consume every hour. Turn up the colour to arouse our emotion, Turn up the sound to enchain our devotion.
Unwrapping
Waking at dawn, with hushed excitement, and sleepy eyes, ready to realise our dreams and our hopes, we lined up our presents and absorbed the coloured ribbons and paper.
The Kitchen
After dawn we descend down in our dressing gowns comatose, into the kitchen, shuffling in sleepy sub-consciousness and slippers. Plundering the pantry for pops or porridge, we commandeer the kettle to concoct consumable caffeine A ritual routine in readiness for our raw reality.
Boxed
For my childhood, in celebration of my existence I received from my parents an empty box.
My Very Own Monster
My monster is ugly, my monster is red, My monster is hungry and needs to be fed.
The Garden
Crying in the garden where the rain washes down my face capturing the tears lest anyone sees.
Unwrapping The World 