We are the makers of our fantasies Flying high, bandits at Ten o Clock Bullets ripping into the fuselage tearing, burning causing Sensations to build , magnify Words and pictures travelling through the ether Leading us towards wildness – this aerial ballet ,as we jockey for position Who will lead, who will follow, who … Continue reading Flying High
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Flash Fiction. Meet on a plane
Rick. I watch the people pushing down the aisle of the plane, hand baggage held like shields. A constant stream pushing and shoving trying to pack oversized bags into lockers. I notice the guy waiting to get to his seat, he’s tall and seems to be very helpful, stowing bags for the people around him.… Continue reading Flash Fiction. Meet on a plane
The word of power
I challenge you, a deal to win Ignite me, light a spark within Hold me close, liberate the waves Energy, jumping set ablaze I challege you to spin my dreams Educate me, help me to ply my schemes Join me , help me in my wonder Send me to the heights, sate my hunger Liberate… Continue reading The word of power
The vagaries of health information
I hear the news, I read the papers The rules to good health give me the vapours Today red wine is good for the heart Yesterday it was a poisoned dart Fruit is in and then it’s out Smoothies are good then there is doubt So I try and try to follow the rules Though… Continue reading The vagaries of health information
The detective…a found poem
As he descends the escalator he notes, the behaviour of the people in front, The man with the greasy hair shifting from one foot to the other, looking around, shoulders hunched, Directly behind him, the man in the sharp suit is typing fast, onto his Smartphone. Both men, and women are running down the left… Continue reading The detective…a found poem
Bomb
A lipogram Born too soon Downtown noon Cotton Gown, of Common brown Cloth cocoon Bomb , blown Boy drop Body stop Bloody horror Born too soon Downtown noon Cold box No glory Long story.
Love is like an insect
An entomologist of feelings, Love -lust so appealing, Like a moth to a flame, time and again, I am attracted by your light, The sound of your voice, Arouses me, like a cicada calling, to a mate, Drunk on your nectar, like a bee I am collector, Love-lust so appealing, Love lust unreeling, Will love… Continue reading Love is like an insect
Like an empty can
Heartless, heartless like an empty can, The ripples from your empty vessel reverberating, through the cosmos, Destroying all those,you snare in your web, Doomed to love only yourself, All your tomorrows set, to your narcissistic pleasure, Heartless, heartless like an empty can, Feeder on the souls of the innocent, I swim against the tide of… Continue reading Like an empty can
Revised You
I posted the poem you yesterday I have reviewed it and changed and hopefully improved it what do you think? You. There is no mistaking you, Standing poised by the jeep, Surrounded by fractured light, like a being from another dimension, Your head thrown back, emitting sounds that I cannot hear, I am imagining, the… Continue reading Revised You
You
There is no mistaking you, Standing poised by the jeep, surrounded by the fractured light as the sun bounces off metal and glass, Your head thrown back, emitting sounds, that I cannot hear, Although I am imagining, the infectious booming laughter, rolling from your lips. Images blown like paper, Stirring, in the draft from an… Continue reading You
