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3.6k · Jan 2019
Cosi Fan Tutte
Rich Hues Jan 2019
In Manolo Blahniks,
While her chair wears her jacket    
And her fingernails play Orpheus                              
   On a cigarette
                         packet,       
                                 
            A cold goddess in stone                
And a flounce of french lace,
     Gravelled footsteps
                            don't lift

Her resting-*****-face.                                    
So I announce
my arrival                      
With an unconfident cough,
                Her eyes still
on the sunset,  
             She tells me to...
                                           ****
                                                   off.
2.0k · Jan 2019
The Pale Fairy
Rich Hues Jan 2019
Morphine,
Like her sister
Absinthe,  
Has a slender, glass waist,
  But she is not as green,
And lacks
Taste.
Both have
Fragile wings
And whisper things
You didn't want
To know,
One with
A hint of mint,
The other's breath
As cold as snow.
Rich Hues Jan 2019
The BBC have a new weather girl,
Her hair is blond and her necklace... pearl,
She warns bearded fishermen about rough seas,
While I stand here with my boxers,
Around my knees.
1.5k · Dec 2018
Some
Rich Hues Dec 2018
Some are friendly and like to be kissed,
Some are lonely with cuts on  their wrist,
But some have found,
When a man is around,
That it's surprisingly easy to walk into a fist.
1.4k · Jan 2019
Dog
Rich Hues Jan 2019
Dog
A heart carved into the bark of a tree,
A bark from my dog by the side of my knee,
The light had faded,
So too had the hope
Of the boy in the boughs
At the end of his rope.
In  hindsight a little similar to Belle and Sebastian's ' we rule the school'.  Not a deliberate copy -possibly subconscious.  Possibly also different subject too.  29 jan 2019
473 · Dec 2019
Woad and Kohl
Rich Hues Dec 2019
Of crocodiles
And betrayal
Boudica clad
In chain mail,
Cleo   uncorks
Another bottle,
Scythed chariots
Going full throttle,
Gems   and   jewels
And golden bangles,
Crowns                  set
At     jaunty     angles,
Tales    of          lovers
And   kingdoms  lost,
The       clever      men
They double-crossed,
But the sun-god sinks
The       wheel    spins,
And        in   the   end
The Patriarchy wins.
A poem about Cleopatra and Boudica sharing a bottle of wine.
414 · Dec 2020
Thieves
Rich Hues Dec 2020
A winter walk
In winter time,
Your fingers weave
And wind with mine,
A den of thieves,
As our hearts float,
In the pocket
Of my duffle
Coat.
407 · Jan 2019
Getting On
Rich Hues Jan 2019
She has a kind face and wears glasses with a tortoise-shell coloured rim,
And has a tortoise-shell coloured thing on her lip that could really do with a trim,
Which, when she is thinking, she flicks with the tip of her tongue,
And she says she's only fifty years old, when really she's sixty-one.

In bed she wears a laced corset of patent, red leather,
That concertinas the skin on her chest where it presses her ******* together,
And although she's more than three times my age, she says it isn't a barrier,
And it's not just because she's very rich that I say yes when she asks me to marry her.
382 · May 2019
Totenkopf
Rich Hues May 2019
The cornflowers,
Homicidal,
Dance for Alice Weidel,
In a new world built
Of blood and BRICs,
Beneath an axe bound
By a bunch of sticks...
Young men marching,
Dressed in black
Because while you weren't watching
We came back.
Cornflowers are a symbol of the far right in some European countries.  It is a poem about the return of the fascists.
366 · Mar 30
Whitstable Oysters
Rich Hues Mar 30
Palms cup
Mother-of-pearl
To the ***** laugh
Of a clean-limbed girl
Whose teeth are white
And lips as fresh
As lemon squeezed
On living flesh
Beneath a salmon sky
As the tide slides out
And as we wash them down
With velvet stout.
298 · Dec 2020
Bluebell Wood
Rich Hues Dec 2020
In a sea of scent
Beyond the reach
Of silver birch
And hornbeam beech,
Beneath a ragged patch
Of deep blue sky,
Adrift on a blanket
You and I.
277 · Jun 2018
The Kitchen Table
Rich Hues Jun 2018
Life is a mother-in-law... pleasant at first,
But then in creeps doubt,
You feel you'll be found out,
And then you feel bad,
And wonder who'll be more mad,
Your wife...  or her dad?
218 · Jul 16
The Blessing
Rich Hues Jul 16
A crossword puzzle
Now and then
Her lips stained by
A well chewed pen,
Her hair a hedge,
She is not thin,
A sky of freckles
Coats her skin.

Her *** is big,
Her mind a knife,
For two decades
The vicar's wife
And she says he knows
But does not care
That I pop round
When he's not there.
195 · Aug 2020
The Witch
Rich Hues Aug 2020
An
Ocean
Of
Passion,
A libido
Pelagic,
The
Wand
By
Her
Bed-
Side
Is
Poly-
Vinyl
And
Magic.
147 · Jul 2020
Bad Fairy
Rich Hues Jul 2020
Warning issued,
No one listened,
Beaming parents,
Newborn christened,
Caterers
And a marquee,
But they forgot
To invite
Me.

So...
Dragged behind,
Almost apt,
The baptismal gift,
Badly wrapped,
Turning circles
With that blackboard
Squeal...
An antiquated,
Spinning wheel.
107 · May 2020
Icicles
Rich Hues May 2020
Beneath the salvaged chandelier from a great ocean, liner,
I sip Earl Grey tea from the finest, bone china
With a polite little man in half-moon specs
In the warehouse of treasures that he collects:
Of hallmarked silver in glass, display cases,
Porcelain figures with colourless faces,
Pearls, ivory,  pallid pieces of jade,
Diamonds set in a Damascene blade
And before a naked Apollo in snow white stone
Plundered by the Goths from his temple in Rome,
The polite little man in his tidy bow tie
Kisses me on the lips as he
Unzips my fly.
105 · Jul 2020
Crumbling Corinthian
Rich Hues Jul 2020
A twisted
Column
Of grime,
No metre
Wordplay
Or rhyme,
An artform
For those
Without
Talents
And the
Lonely
Who lack
                            Balance.
91 · Mar 14
Hunchback
Rich Hues Mar 14
That broken gait,                
That croo-
       Ked spine,
The insanity
We seek in rhyme
Is no poetic quest,                
          No Holy Grail
But a Quasimodic
               Fairy tale
And freedom from                     
The *******'s curse:
The ugly form
That is...
Blank verse.
A ditty about the dotty.
64 · Nov 2020
Dorcas Grey
Rich Hues Nov 2020
A Penthouse in the attic
And a boy in his teens,
Head bowed below rafters
And in unbuttoned jeans.
It's a dogeared edition,
Some twenty years old,
In which his mother,
Spreadeagle,
Is the centrefold.
47 · Jul 14
The Court
Rich Hues Jul 14
The
Merciless silence
Of a musical score,
No cry.
No caw.
No
"Nevermore",
On telephone
Wires
Set
Out
In
Rows
And
Sitting
In
Judgement...
A
******
Of
Crows.
From an idea stolen from a real poet.

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