Daily Poem · Poems

Poem of the Day — Trick or Treacle

Trick or Treacle
Sticky treat introduced in tight stretched leggings

With a fall guy, hair extended to fit in a lodger

Placed close to wishing well buckets

With holes not coins

Spattering the moment with blood red flowers

Slit from a stand by comedians Adams apple

It sparkles

The sudden glare from the weatherman’s teeth

Brushed with bleach by a made up, better ware salesman

The one with the starched collar

A dog on the lead

Flagging its tale about a sniffed butt of a gun

Shot with liver christened bullets

Golden ones to crush the heart

To ring with passing souls

To keen like mustard

Sharp on the tongue and penetrating forgotten anguish

I died on the beach the day we couldn’t see our mothers eyes

Blues sparkling candy sticks with beckoning smiles

Far away

Many miles

Of waiting to say and never a goodbye
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 12th October 2015

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