Flash of Memory

You hunch over all gangly, tongue-twisting blush,


thick glasses peering at your computer, the visual rush,


while I bask in the warmth of drawn curtains, crumpets for tea.


Distant buzz of communal payphones. You never quite ignore me.


‘Mmmm, speeeed…’ you mutter


and the honey-drenched murmur seeps through my body like butter.

Buttered crumpet
Buttered crumpet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is my offering for the Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Do join us there for some fun and huge diversity of voices!

Thank You

Thank you all for your encouragement and warm comments and hugs.  I can’t answer each one individually (this ancient desktop is far too slow for that, every time I refresh something, it starts churning with alarming sound effects), but do know that I really appreciate your support.

The info loss is worse than I expected. While all my professional work has been systematically saved and filed, my creative writing output has suffered a more haphazard fate.  (What does that tell you about my priorities? Sadly.) My novel is mostly there, but all I can say is: thank goodness I have posted most of my poems (or some version of them) here on the blog…