Dark Matter
July 29th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
It’s Saturday morning,
the rain is streaming down.
I’m watching the telly
I just want to go out and get wet
she says, and winks at the glint
in my eye. Last night a swift one
lasted until closing time.
Another drink? better make it a half,
don’t want to upset the old lady,
alright make it a pint.
We all have dark matter
some where in our past.
Mine’s a dad who hid himself
in the far end of a bottle.
Hers – she won’t say but
I know it’s there,
makes her flinch at every date
marked on the calendar in red.
At night I whisper secrets
to her sleeping smile.
She breaks every law
I’ve made for myself.
She’s my Mrs World.
We share silence
like a guilty secret,
know what it holds for us
and do not need
to speak it.
© Copyright Naomi Woddis 2008
Inspired and taken from answers to the the following questions:
What image illustrates the true nature of time ?
Describe the first time you saw another person’s blood ?
What does the word home mean to you ?
Please email me on poetrymosaic@btinternet.com if you fancy taking part. Please make replies no more than 100 words
Niall O’Sullivan
What does the word home mean to you ?
Another drink? Might as well, better make it a half cos I don’t want to upset the old lady, oh alright, make it a pint.
