The Poetry Marathon

Challenge me, my love

With 4 walls and outdated expectations

With an iron ring to way me down

With snotty nose brats

Hanging off apron strings

Dinner at 6

Your own private hore

Challenge me my love

With my grandmothers fate

I am wilderness

Full of earth and roots

I taste the water around my ankles

I drank the wind and floated a fluffy white cloud.

Do you see yourself in my window,  blue eyes

Londan calling, sanzy ,

Sandra , loves the ocean, she breaths it in and

doesn’t drown.

The night smells of wild flowers , can you weave

them into a crown ,  for heaven’s head.

Dress me in sugar and spice.

1. Spank me

The world is smaller than l remember

Darker

Colder

My body contains the remnants of cigarettes,

Cheap wine

Sex

I fold myself into flower, origami style

Scars become memories

Memories drifting  like storm clouds

The rain washing the dirt away

We slipped into the night our stars wrapped in clouds, we tossed our dreams into the ocean and swept yesterday away.

Beneath the moonlight l surface l taste the earths breath, for a moment l dare to dream , to hope that l have meet your fire and survived

The sun rose its song calling my heartbeat from the depths of darkness, it is a dangerous game we play the future and l.

Hi all, looking forward to another long night.

i pause, shaking the frustration from my body

it stays, like an eletric fizz, my nerve endings sizzle

i feel myself leaving like a dead faint

i watch my body rise and fall, doing a dance i dont know the steps to

i move like l have wings, the currents holding me as i be impossible

i feel the fire in my belly, my body twisting

becoming, dragon.

It is just after 7pm in AUS, I have set myself up for a long night, I usually go to bed about start time, so by the time i finsih the 24 hours I will have been up for about 38 hours, my husband informs i am quite the charmer all day sunday.

i step into the waves

Shoes left behind, socks in my pocket

I walk to the east, into the coming light

my body instantly at home

alive and full of wonder

feta, tasty, blue vain, bree, grated, sliced, cubed and shaved,  l do so love some cheese, do you have a fav?

The last hours linger, my eyes drop, my creativity flows nowhere, l shake myself side to side, my brain mutters, crys and searches for words, that sing together upon the page.