Nettles

Stood at the apex of the hill

All laughter, fun and sun sun sun

Adolescent astigmatism hiding the dangers below

We cast off like two clippers

Sailing to freedom

Flying down the steep incline

The grass tickling our soles

Naked as the day we were born

And twice as innocent

We floated onwards

It was the one time in my childhood

My inferior age stood me in good stead

Less Weight

More speed

I was winning the race

I reached the bottom moments before my brother

The nettles piercing my skin

My brothers scream splitting the air

The cries of my parents

The calamine nights that followed

©Stuart Buck

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Publication!

Hurray,

After a fairly arduous slog, an actual publisher has picked up my first collection and it is scheduled for release mid-2016.

Cue the celebrations, which in our house amount to a slightly larger portion at dinner and an early night.

So cue them!

For Nan (wherever you are)

Brenda moves with glacial elegance

Her dress floats and folds

Her partner has never looked better

The way they move together

Almost like making love

He leads her across the ballroom

Their feet skating as one

Their fingers entwined

As Glenn Miller serenades them

The moonlight shines through

Painting their faces

A spotlight on their smiles

 

First I held him lightly and we started to dance
Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance

The dance comes to an end

Rapturous applause

Brenda takes a bow as her partner cheers along

He kisses her then

Softly

Breathes into her

Fills her with his life

“Well” he answered “Baby, don’t you know that it’s rude
To keep my two lips waiting when they’re in the mood”

The band strike up once more

A slow one just for her

As her partner holds her tightly

And they blend as one

Suddenly the music changes

Becomes jerky and spasmodic

Her partners face begins to melt away

The crowd run and scream

The song is coming out mangled

Deformed

A sickening echo

Reflected from beauty

In the mood, that’s what he told me
In the mood, that’s what he told me
In the mood, that’s what he told me
In the mood, that’s what he told me
In the mood, that’s what he told me
In the mood, that’s what he told me

In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha

In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha

In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha

In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha In the mood, that’s wha

that’s wha that’s wha that’s wha

that’s wha

that’s wha

that’s wha

that’s wha

that’s wha

Brenda jumps awake

Damp with sweat

The CD player skips and sighs

The heating went off hours ago

Her breath forms sad clouds before her eyes

As tears roll down her cheek

Nostalgia leaves her empty once more.

©Stuart Buck

Fog

Where I live

When the fog comes

The fog comes hard

Rolling in like an endless army

Clogging the sky

Blocking out the sun

Playing its silver symphonies

Across the hills

Trapping you inside

With all your fears

With all your doubts

Lost to the world

An imposed oblivion

Weightless and

Timeless

Until the fog clears

The sun shines

I am reconnected

To the world

To the vast network of humanity

Where I feel most alone.

©Stuart Buck

Chains

He lies on his semen stained mattress

Sickly womb light stumbles through his curtains

Casting pallid symphonies on his gaunt facade

In his mind

He sees a falcon

Drawing a muddy streak through the azure sky

He longs to be like that falcon

To be truly free

Not chained to his murderer

His silent assassin

The falcon descends

Its prey in sight

The pale man reaches for his belt

A tear kissing his cheek

© Stuart Buck