EILEEN NEWTON
TORN UP LOVE LETTERS
Fluttering word, fanciful thoughts
Spiralling, circling down
Yesterday’s dreams form into shreds
Litter a hard stony ground.
There they lie with letters askew
Heaped up broken sounds
Somebody’s thoughts shattered and smashed
Scattered on hard stony ground.
Who’ll pick them up these pitiful snatches
Of tenderness broken down
No one will care no one will see them
Scattered on hard stony ground.
ODE TO THE PINK PEN
Girly pen pinky pen
Poise your little pinky pen
Skim the page
Travel the page
Leave your trail behind.
Pink and pert
Push and pull
Prise it with your finger
Girly pen pinky pen
Writing inky dinky pen.
Pink pen.