Polly

Writings and Witterings


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The Silence of Emptiness

In the silence of my room
I hear a sob
I know it can’t be me
because
I swore no tears for you.

Yet a curse is no ally
against an empty bed
empty arms
where you once fit
snugly.

Blinding ache
in the core
serpent bite
of bitter love
no more.

Laughing no more
trying no more
dancing no more
crying
no more.

 

Polly Stretton © 2016


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Sunlit Still

In response to the sepia photograph prompt at The Mag which was a new find for me in 2012 – now taking a bit of a break – this ekphrastic poem:

Sunlit Still

Captured for
all time
in the silent
shadows.

A sunlit room,
snapshots
in time
in a snapshot of time.

Unlit candles
cast darkness on sills.
A frozen head
observes
time stands still.

It is 10:30.
It remains 10:30.
It will never be other
than 10:30.

Polly Stretton © 2016


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Chasing the Moment

I wish to paint
in the finest water colours.
…and to walk
then soak in a scented bath for hours.
I’d like to dip a brush
into the essence of wild flowers
in that instant, the moment,
that chases the lightest of showers.

Polly Stretton © 2016


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Michelangelo

First line from ‘The Munich Mannequins’ by Sylvia Plath – it always put me in mind of Michelangelo, I’ve never forgotten reading ‘The Agony and the Ectasy’ – need to read it again now…

Michelangelo

‘Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children,’
sterile, frustrated, it comes to decay.
Michelangelo wept when he found perfection,
took up his hammer to do it away.
None stayed his hand as he lunged at his David
breaking his heart on that cool summer day,
birthing his talent
the last chip was chipped off
the warm marble block with its dust sweet bouquet.
Perfection,
deception,
confection of lies.
Conception of lies.
He did it away.

Polly Stretton © 2016


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Ode To Coffee

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Image by turmkaffee

Ode To Coffee

Coffee tastes best freshly roasted,
flavour dulls as weeks go by;
you can’t beat fresh roasted coffee,
which most markets cannot supply.
The smell alone: delectable,
the difference, clear to taste,
with coffee beans
from the best in the world
take time – don’t drink in haste.
Brazil, Peru, Columbia,
Costa Rica, to name a few,
they all grow fragrant coffee beans
especially for you.

Polly Stretton © 2016


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Ulysses

Ulysses and the Sirens_Herbert James Draper

Ulysses and the Sirens – Herbert James Draper           c. 1909

 Ulysses

Lashed to the mast
of a ship,
he wouldn’t do the wrong thing.
Lilting, seductive, the sirens
would not induce him,
would not lure him
to the rocks.

He knew
that willpower can be used up.
Instant gratification,
long-term reward,
curbed emotions reduce physical strength.
Like a tank of petrol,
willpower can run out.

Polly Stretton © 2016


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Acid Velvet

Nicotiana alana - lime - anniesannuals.com

With acknowledgement to anniesannuals.com

Acid Velvet

I stroll gravelled paths
at my first flower show,
zesty lime masses soft in the sun:
Nicotiana alata.
Salver-shaped leaves
wave in the breeze, utter
in the border,
a flutter of inflorescent flora,
tobacco panicles
of a younger summer.
Acid velvet trumpets throw
a twilight scent;
chime of colour beloved
in city and courtyard,
fragrance pours for moths
muttering in cottage gardens.
And I, at my first flower show
fall in love with Solanaceae
for life.

Polly Stretton © 2016