Katie sleeps alone
her clothes are a Dolly-mixture
riot of colour
on the bedroom floor
pictures from years past
splashed slipshod
on the walls
a medley of static flashes
there’s half a glass
of a cloudy liquid nearby
and her glasses
decked in fingerprints
reflect morning light
Katie rolls over
with eyes barely open
as her phone spews out
a generic pop song
and she groans
and her hair
is a cream detonation
on the pillow
her mother is calling
Katie is running
or rather snoozing late
this is how it is she thinks
this is what I have become
Written: February 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (100 words long), and the potential start of a new series focusing on a fictional girl called Katie. I am fairly happy with this first piece, although I hope future poems will be stronger of course. For non-British readers, 'dolly-mixture' refers to the confectionery of the same name, found in the UK, consisting of small, squashy fondant shapes. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.