one hundred roses

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a hundred red roses – one for every day i’ve known and loved you, his date simpers with a face full of flattery. Ted smiles nervously, rolling up the cuffs on his checkered shirt and unrolling them again, fiddling with the pearl buttons. he’d never noticed how the blue thread made a little cross in the four tiny holes before.

what’s up with you? his date says, cocking his head to the side and jutting out his bottom lip. is it the flowers? are they too red? too girly? Ted shakes his head, glancing in envy at the party-goers drifting through the restaurant – oh my, to be flower free.

who says men can’t have flowers? his date is saying, tucking a stray hair behind his Ted’s ear.

oh, it’s not the flowers. it’s not this bar, or this shirt, or this music.

it’s the hands that hold me. it’s the hundred days lost to someone who isn’t the someone i want, who isn’t the someone i want to get lost in, or get lost with.

Ted takes the flowers. thank you, he says. his date squeezes him with a smile.

he lets the fading light take over. he lets the web of sorrowed souls cradle him like a hammock, and swings into tomorrow unable to loosen the fingers that are gripped around his heart.

on giving up

she took the ski-lift to make it over wednesday’s mount. yet when she arrived at thursday, she wished she’d spent the ticket fare elsewhere; the view was better when she didn’t know what lay beyond.

june 24

i will not be taken down, like coloured bunting or outdated posters. i will linger here as memories do, the thick, muggy air thick with what once was and now, will always be.

playing games

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pretend with me, just for now –
pretend that all we have
is quite enough

this jug of oil will pour
until we have no more
need for it

this apple tree
will wait for us to die
before it does

hold my hands,
and speak to me
sing your lullabies
against the windy anthem of tonight

Spoken Word Spotlight: upon realisation that perhaps i am completely sure- lois e. linkens –

the wonderful Christine Ray has recorded a spoken word version of my poem ‘upon realisation that perhaps i am completely sure’ – listen here!

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine will bring a writer’s words to life.  This week she introduces us to a gorgeous poem written by Lois E. Linkens that was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.  We strongly recommend that you visit Lois’ blog and read more of her excellent poetry. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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upon realisation that perhaps i am completely sure/ lois e. linkens

you weave your woollen whims
to surround me
in the garbadine of our gandering

you trample the simplicity
of tea-cup games and teddy bears –
playground grazes know none than this

damp shirt and glasses;
i’d switch my eyes for yours
so you could see
beneath the…

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