the heartbeat rumble
in your ears
is the signal
you’ve been waiting for
a warning
that too much
has piled up
and your head
has gone all Kandinsky
blood lights
blinking like sequins
in the crook of your vision
tangle of duvet
half lolloped on the floor
echo
of a neighbour’s conversation
a gloopy mumble
through the walls
and you’re thinking
of skin the colour of wheat
un-lipsticked lips
a song that hasn’t been written
but the words exist
longing for you to pluck them
like a novel from a shelf
in a second-hand shop
a thunderclap
snaps you back
to the same room
the same face
looking back from the mirror
with its wet blueberry eyes
and you say
you have a story
fashioned from mashed potato
and sticky tape
all it needs is a listener
to kiss a whisper
to your neck
drip syllables
that glow as torches
tell you everything is fine
your listener
as the shower rain
leaves a network of streets
jogging down your cheeks
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
the heartbeat rumble
in your ears
is the signal
you’ve been waiting for
a warning
that too much
has piled up
and your head
has gone all Kandinsky
blood lights
blinking like sequins
in the crook of your vision
tangle of duvet
half lolloped on the floor
echo
of a neighbour’s conversation
a gloopy mumble
through the walls
and you’re thinking
of skin the colour of wheat
un-lipsticked lips
a song that hasn’t been written
but the words exist
longing for you to pluck them
like a novel from a shelf
in a second-hand shop
a thunderclap
snaps you back
to the same room
the same face
looking back from the mirror
with its wet blueberry eyes
and you say
you have a story
fashioned from mashed potato
and sticky tape
all it needs is a listener
to kiss a whisper
to your neck
drip syllables
that glow as torches
tell you everything is fine
your listener
as the shower rain
leaves a network of streets
jogging down your cheeks
Written: May 2017.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, partially inspired/stimulated by a YouTube video (uploaded by Lucy Moon) I had very recently watched. The poem is not about the video, but I created a piece from brief elements of it, I suppose. 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.
Request permission to use this poem