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
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
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
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
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
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
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