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 thereβs 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.