C.C.

By C_C_T - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Monday, January 25, 2010

Walk by night

Fair Ladies. Somehow it does not seem quite fair. The images have been exploited and fair ladies are pressed between pages, like a summer rose. Who can close a book upon she who walks in moonlight and not wish that it were possible to exploit that magic. It comes like a sand bag, was this all ill... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Apologies. To the esteemed fan of legs. This was written before I was forced to move. The conclusion to the other material will probably turn up. The option to ban such an emotive subject is still in force. One had decided after much consideration to adopt two cloned legs. This was a decision not... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Not a whistle.

Legs People have become extremely interested in my legs. Not these that are attached to my bottom, but the shapely ones. Those that I acquired recently, including four clothes pegs. I thought that they looked cute in silk stockings and no bunions. Of course they were a rather eccentric thing to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Subject matter

Subject Matter. Let me try and think what you look like to me You will probably say, ‘A normal person.’ Probably, but I am trying to look at your psyche. I see nuances, but I would like to search for the real version. If I am honest I see a low form of hostility; no more. It has not finished all the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Rations

Wartime. I can account for shop windows as flashes of merchandise. When I was hungry for sweetness and variety there were no supplies. I searched the dull strip-covered windows for a forgotten treasure The cardboard cones of ice cream seemed to add to my despair. Boxes of imitation chocolate shapes... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Shopping Bags

Shopping bags. The plastic bag takes off and has a noisy duel with the rusty railings. No one wins; the wind sends the bag twisting down the pavement. It had scored a good innings, for all its little quirks and failings. It said on the side (forever,) but nothing about (the owner’s consent). It made... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Roses

Roses. The breeze ruffles the pink roses, it is so familiar. They were sad lips, stained with a pastel colour. And now I have to wonder who you are. Sensations flutter like ribbons over a marble floor. One of a thousand thoughts that strayed into the mist, hesitated. And you were reconstructed as... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Secrets

Secrets. Two stockings cross, one must suspect. the enchantment captured in the net. With dignity to save just choose to concentrate on tasteless shoes. Present a single flower to rouse latent thoughts beneath the blouse. What a horrid little beast. A simple thought, the skirt is creased. It seems... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Pink Hat

The Pink Hat. It was unusual; the face beneath the hat became sweeter; taking shape in the filtered sunshine as if belonging to laughter. Teasing with expressions that were inclined to claim that they really were there all the time and it was a shame, they had only been noticed after the appraisal... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Small Fry

Small fry Ironically small is harder to test for this exercise. I try as I looked down into a stream. A small fish moves in and out of reeds; bubbles rise. Those tiny eyes make everything seem normal. There is movement; the blob perceived as a delicacy is approached swiftly; the mouth opens. A flick... Sign in to see full entry.

Headlines (What is this?)