Free Verse
The Silence
You admonished me
with your silence,
it filled the room like the eye of the storm.
I waited seven days for the rain to fall
but by the time the first drop hit my face
I’d grown accustomed to the tension
and licked my lips, defiant.
I bit down hard and swallowed blood.
You begged to speak,
but silence you bestowed on me
and I returned the gift, real sweet.
A Sign of the
Times
She knew from the
start he was bad news.
There he was across that crowded room,
no roses, no manners.
A lazy croc’ waiting for dinner.
She knew this! She
always knew,
but still she lingered by the swamp.
Even his suit couldn’t disguise the fact he was vile.
“Fancy a ‘Spritzer’?” He’d a toothy smile.
She sipped her
drink. His hand slipped round her waist.
“How’s about it love” he whispered.
No style, no grace.
Well it’s a sign of the times with the human race.
Blood
Brothers
I saw two waifs
upon the curb
and it made me think of you and I
and it made me think of times gone by
and somehow it made me want to cry.
I saw two waifs
with knees all scraped
and it made me think of sticking plasters
and how we’d fast become blood brothers
and how we’d sworn to love each other.
I saw two waifs
that had no shoes
and it made me think of winter blues
and how your feet had been so sore
and it made miss you more and more.
I saw two waifs
upon the curb
and it made me think of good ol’ days
when troubles were all far away
and I forgot myself that day.
And I sat upon the
curb again
and recalled when we were best of friends
Those days of youth so blithe and free
when I was six and you were three.
The Girl Wore
Fur
Turning the corner
he saw her,
a dark shadow swathed in fur
wrapped tightly around her
svelte form.
She let a smile
slowly drizzle
on ruby red lips and approached,
while he gathered up
his thoughts.
There, in the
moonlight
she let her fur gape a little,
and his eyes were fixed
on white flesh.
Reaching him she
held back
just enough to be tempting,
while he noticed all
she wasn’t wearing.
His hands slid
under her black coat,
touching her naked silkiness
while she trembled
from the cold.
I watched from my
cinema seat
my vanilla ice cream dripping
my mind concentrating
on the scene.
About Ruth
Walters, UK
