February 13, 2017 by rebootingkaye

Regretting

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Wet windows reflect
the cheeks of the wayward girl
whose own failings
scythe through her mind
shredding her life
with a thousand cuts

no action scenes
or joyful romances
in this movie
just harsh edits by
the backroom boys
who don’t like drama

living the seedy lifestyle
of the forgotten
she spends her days
dragging the dry air
the unrepairable past
smouldering at her centre

Outside the starry skies
and bright lights
only cast unwanted shadows
of what could have been
to torment in the twisted
sheet of night

February 5, 2017 by rebootingkaye

B List

Posted in response to the Daily Post daily prompt ‘Recognise’

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I see you in the mirrored window
of the uptown shop
someone is snapping
another is shouting
I stare at the glass
but not through it
for you outshine that glittering display
with your golden skin
shiny silken hair
and tinkling jewellery
there is a flash of whitened teeth
a brief wave of unblemished hand
then the scent of the ocean
as you leave
and I remain
unnoticed
my brief proximity
to celebrity
now over

January 31, 2017 by rebootingkaye

Sunrise – haiku

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Look, look at morning
rising through the ink of night
the birds sing their joy

January 7, 2017 by rebootingkaye

Seen from Winter

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And so the dread of summer
with its sand and salted bodies
scintillating in the sun
radiant in the bright night lights
writhing to tribal rhythms
with unrelenting beats
and doing things we wished we hadn’t
when regretful morning comes

December 18, 2016 by rebootingkaye

Kissless

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I watched for more than a moment
were you in my sightline
or was I just staring

You were taking selfies
head thrown back
glass raised

laughing and grinning
hugging best buddies
you didn’t glance towards the corner

where I sat sipping
tart Lime soda
that made my teeth sting

And there amid your festive fun
the decorations
froze my heart

Especially the mistletoe

November 15, 2016 by rebootingkaye

Inside

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So now the shutters are down
and the locks are locked
the old house holds it’s breath
while at it’s centre the ticking clock
marks the demise of each cell
as second by second
I diminish
and the anomalous smiles
of long gone folk
fade in the dust
on the mantel

October 29, 2016 by rebootingkaye

Dalliance

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Lets go down to the bluebell wood
to lie beneath the new sprung leaves

and let the patterns of their shadows

dance upon our bodies

And we’ll snuggle

to annul the fresh spring breeze

which bears the scent

of those virgin flowers

that wreath us as we watch

the insects search

for nectar

They’ll be no apples nor any snakes

and yet we’ll sin as one

hidden there in bliss

amongst the bracken

and lucky white heather

October 2, 2016 by rebootingkaye

Open Mic Night

Retro microphone on stage in restaurant. Blurred background

The poet shouts
a staccato storm of
savage words
while the herd
their boozy chatter briefly silenced
listen without hearing

the carefully constructed string of accusations
spat in disdain
of their vitality
in the diseased society
that she curses and decries
with every hissing predication

powerful and passionate
she fiercely pleads for action
for the hoard to rise
and reject the captains
who steer this broken sphere
where poverty and war endure

Finally she ceases
scowling and sweaty
drops the mic and bows
while the crowd
turn back to their beery cheers
and laughter