Dogs Eye View

Dedicated to Max, our pet, one of the family ❤️ Dogs Eye View Sitting by the door I wait for your return I hear cars drive by People chatting I smell cats exploring I smell dogs Leaving their mark I listen My ears perk up My tail wags I know you’ll be here soon I’m…

Here Comes Summer

Here Comes Summer Summer is a deep warmth, Sinking through my back. Licking a dripping ice cream cone, After a burnt bbq tea. Summer is pollen. Tickling all my senses, Achoo!, Achoo!, Achoo! It’s red raw sun burn, On fair freckled skin. Its children’s laughter. Water fights, Picnics, fun and games. It’s taking two showers,…

Mutterings of a Troubled Mind

Mutterings of Troubled Mind Unravel my mind carefullyCaress the frayed edges softlyBetween finger tipsExamine them without judgementSee them with out sightCan you see my inner selfThe darkest corners of hidden thoughtThe scattered memories meant to be treasured Don't examine my faultsInstead see my sparkThe truth that is me By Katie HaighCopyright@K.Haigh

Chronically Challenged 

Chronically Challenged   I hate my lumpy bumpy bits. I hate my curvy spine. I hate my not so white teeth, That aren’t straight in a line. I hate my hunch back shoulders. My pelvis tilted up, It makes my fat stomach, Stick out just too much. I hate my wobbly clicky knees. My jaw…

The Night the Concert Ended

The Night the Concert Ended   Yesterday I woke to news Morning t.v and social media Was flooded with shock, Dissolution and terror As the story unfolds My heart feels heavy I am overwhelmed by emotions Sadness, fear, shock These things had happened before And I had felt those emotions then too But this time…

Innocence on the Surface

Written at Rosie Garlands fantastic workshop yesterday with my group Langley writers   Innocence on the Surface   A picture of innocence She is a vision of youth We gaze upon this beautiful child Yet unfolding from her back Appears blackened leather like wings In a flash she flies Into the dark and terrifying woods…

Magazine Perfection

Magazine Perfection     The girl looks in the mirror. Her reflection stares back. Her magazine is reflected too, Lay open on her bed. The girl in the magazine, Catches her eye. She is what you’d call, ‘Magazine Perfection’ In comparison, The girl is imperfect. She has some extra fat, Hanging around her waist, And…

163

An old poem of mine   163     On the 163 Going to Manny Seems to last For an endless hour Travelling through Langley Past plagiarised houses Tip tapping my mobile To help the time fly Silently shuffling in my seat Lost in tunes from my mp3 My mind wanders To poems unwritten People…

Stalker in Mind

Stalker in Mind   My nerves have been cut, Their shredded and frayed. I feel on edge, I’ve been jittery for days. My chest is so tight, Twisted and wound. I feel like I can’t breath, But I don’t make a sound. My skin is all tingly, My heads cotton wool. I wish I could…

Hay Fever Spring

Napowrimo, Day 30 and it’s the final day, I did it! The prompt is to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo).   Hay fever Spring   So here it comes The season of bloom A rainbow of colours Scattered among petals Carried on the wind Everything is…

Drowning 

Napowrimo, Day 29 and . Today’s prompt is to take one of your favourite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your…