written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Baby, It's Cold Outside

00:13:00 Posted by Damp incendiary device , 5 comments
No it ain't. It's pretty freakily warm actually. If you visit the rose garden at Stanley Park you will see beautiful roses which smell like July. Very strange. Which reminds me of a line from one of my songs which wasn't going to be a part of this post but it's here now so it might as well say hi:

Those Brushes


Enormously satisfied, soaked in a shaken spray
Wilder than that dear
Stars flown in your vortex
I'm pushing my daisies in places again
You lick a small insect
I guess at unknowable
Knowns


Enormously terrified, fingertips scrambling
String, crumbs and pennies
Dried daisies and grasses
Grey slate mirrors stillness
And you mirror everything
All that was seen in a glimpse
From the cradle


Enormously gratified, fat bubbles languishing
Puppetry took a dark turn
Towards Grizedale
I have left a damp spot in your roses -
Again
You've silver and gold dear but the paper eludes you -
Still


The breeze is alluring, she'll never commit
There's shelter for you if she's fond of those brushes
I am dusty and rubbing the grit from my portals
I've scratches that scarred but no cure
For you


So it would appear that you're going to get double the fun this week because what I actually came on here to post was a poem. Because it's colder in my mind than it is outside right now:

Black to Blue

Wild thoughts spark off a snow-crust kerb
Matchstick moments burst like urgent kisses before
Fizzling for want of a heart(h)

Indigo lips pressed
Throat wrapped tight
Blue eyes sheltered from that
Cold, colder, freezing cold.

Little Match Girl, sentenced to life on the street
Little flame shrinking in isolation
Little hands clutching at frail threads
Little charity for the dirty girl.

Issues lurk behind frosted windows
Structures and fractures and blood on the rug
History lures like flies to a corpse

Matchstick girl dies again
Not for want of fire but
From surfeit of cold.





The image is from: http://weezz1337.deviantart.com/art/The-Little-Match-Girl-192329387

5 comments:

Ashley Lister said...

I relish this blog for many reasons - not least of which is the diversity that comes from one blog post to the next.

However, this one shows that we can get rich diversity between the opening half of a blog and the concluding half.

I really enjoyed both of these pieces.

Ash

Standard said...

Me too. Are we ever going to see you perform a song Vicky? I'm bringing my guitar on the 20th (just saying ;)

Damp incendiary device said...

I won't be there :( Doing storytelling at Brigsteer. I'll sing if you do. I'd quite like to do a Damien Rice song - if you are up for a collaboration.

Standard said...

YES! I already do a version of Older Chests though that's 4/5ths male voice (funny at the end when I try to go into falsetto to sound like a girl tho!) would love to do Volcano or something like that though Cold Water's also a fave

Standard said...

YES! I already do a version of Older Chests though that's 4/5ths male voice (funny at the end when I try to go into falsetto to sound like a girl tho!) would love to do Volcano or something like that though Cold Water's also a fave