Flames
written by: Polly Oliver
Well I’m Hell-bound.
And that’s fine by me.
Easy passivity of receiving
the gung -ho exertions
of a sprightly demon-
newly-qualified maybe-
enthusiastic in his ministrations
with white-hot brand.
Chained
to mind-focusing pain;
the burning which masks
self-inflicted sickness of heart.
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writing in the spaces between the hustle and noise. Poems published here and there, but nothing beats a poem brought to life in a live reading. Ex broadcast journalist (are we ever truly ex?), communications pro, mum, coast dweller.
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