A Film-Poem
Friday, November 6, 2009
Talking Back
words hang in the air
like dirty laundry
for everyone to see
twisting and flapping
in the gale of anger
the boy’s mouth daring
with impertinent speech
shocking
what sass back he shot
from a tongue soon unable to fight
the froth of bar soap scrubbing
the whole load into bitter memory
later tainting his retorts and repartee
Published Poems
Some summer writing appears in the Loch Raven Review for your reading pleasure.