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Sweetie – dVerse

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I bleed onto the page

with words,

on paper

brimming with colour

– all I create

is run through with me

like words embedded in a stick

of Brighton rock

I live in Kiss Me Quick world

but hide from

flibbertigibbet fancies,

preferring constancy

 

It’s time to write a quadrille on dVerse, where Lillian asks us to write a self-portrait poem. For those of you not from the UK, Kiss Me Quick, Squeeze Me Slow hats were a stalwart feature of the seaside – I definitely remember them from my childhood! A stick of rock was always a sweet treat too, and it had the name of the seaside town running all the way through, which fascinated me.

I hope you enjoy my offering – please do head on over to dVerse to enjoy other self portraits!

 

Long – SoCS July 2/16

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I’ve always wanted to be one of those women who look good in long dresses. At my graduation party years ago we all dressed up in our finery – some of my friends had proper evening dresses and ballgowns – I couldn’t find anything floorlength that didn’t either drag another six inches of material on the ground, or was way too small on my top half, because it was child-size – and i had boobs.

My mum made me a beautiful outfit – a full, black watered silk skirt and a deep purple velvet jacket, complete with lovely buttons. It was handmade, original, and all my friends loved it, as did I.

I still felt like the odd one out though.

I find it very difficult to buy trousers to fit – short legs, wide hips, chunky thighs. I don’t hate my shape (well, maybe sometimes, just a little), I just wish that clothes manufacturers didn’t assume that we all have stick thin, long legs and boyish hips. Most of us don’t! We are female, after all. We’re meant to go in and out again – aren’t we?

Still, it won’t be long until I can be the crazy old lady, wearing charity shop finds and cartoon character sock, and nobody will care.

Oh wait… I think I’m halfway there already 😉

 

Here’s my latest offering for the lovely Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where this week she invites to write inspired by ‘long’. 

Please do head on over to Linda’s blog, read, enjoy, and why not be inspired to take part?

Refraction

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When I look in the mirror

I am generally disappointed.

 

In my mind’s eye

I envisage a colourful character,

rainbow-hued, vibrant, sparkling with light.

And then my critical eyes

find the silver streaks wiring through my hair

(which I had imagined to be luxurious

but my elephantine memory reminds me that

somebody once told me was thin and fine and somewhat limp)

and I add to that let-down the bags under my eyes

and the slightly receding chin

and the crooked front teeth

and the wide hips

and the thighs too sturdy for the skin-tight jeans I would love to wear

(the kind my younger, more svelte sister suits so well)

– and I am disappointed.

 

It’s a good job I don’t own a full-length mirror

and even better that I only see the top to toe me

when in the Ladies loos at work

and really, that doesn’t count, because it is only work.

I come to life after 6pm and at weekends

when my imagination runs riot.

 

And then, then, I am not disappointed.

No, I am not disappointed at all.

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Tonight, in dVerse Poetics, Grace introduces us to the juicily, vibrant art of Cheryl Kellar. Cheryl has kindly allowed us to use some of her art as inspiration for our work this evening – aren’t we lucky!Herbiography gives me heart and hope – she was a court reporter by day, her artist-soul hidden underneath the precise (and I imagine) serious demeanour required for such a responsible job. Please do rifle through her website and also her blog for joyous and uplifting art.

So, here’s my response to the glorious work above, which is actually titled ‘Oh, the stories she could tell’ – oh couldn’t we, couldn’t we all?! Please do pop along to the dVerse bar and see what the other twice-weekly drinkers (err, I mean poets!) have been up to!