Poems and Sundry Writings by Rebekka Roderick
Darling (noun): a clumsy, cliche and often poorly placed line in a poem which is only there because of the sentimental value it holds for the writer. 25 more words
3 weeks, 2 days
I’ll take all the memories
and package them like boiled sweets,
twisted at each end so we can get at them
and I will save them for winter… 39 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
Coffee that has stewed
for half an hour or more.
I gulp it down;
I will wait.
As Mumford and Sons shrink themselves
small enough to run chord-fuelled races… 181 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
They’re in the thick of it.
Ruthless suitcases of bare essentials
nipping at their ankles.
stiffening their caffeine bodies,
preparing them for the post-mortem. 131 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
7:45 in Billinge: a Wednesday,
and it is late again, raining again,
ten minutes’ worth of moisture.
It is 2010.
It will come at 7:47, I will board it, 132 more words
I never wanted to fall in love with you.
I never wanted to want the tearing down of dreams and the replacement of them with fresh dreams, all under the pretence that this is reality. 294 more words
4 weeks, 1 day
They were built beneath the skies of Normandy
and left to age.
Today, children press their faces
to the rusting eye of each gun;
feel the unyielding cold curve of the inside. 45 more words