Being unreal
The price that you had to pay
To escape danger
This unreal world
The price that you pay, daily
For not being here
Thousand years a lamb
Painting lions for your twin
An unreal life
- c.h., 4th June 2022
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Unreal
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Unrealised
Piercing the friendly chatter
Amongst those gathered in the foyer
She scoffed, ‘You hardly ate any of it!’
Referring to a lasagne
She’d made for him last Summer
All eyes were nervously averting
Until a saviour evoked the sunny weather
And new patter washed over
The bloody dagger in his stomach
Where his hunger for more pasta remained
- c. h. 22nd September 2019
Amongst those gathered in the foyer
She scoffed, ‘You hardly ate any of it!’
Referring to a lasagne
She’d made for him last Summer
All eyes were nervously averting
Until a saviour evoked the sunny weather
And new patter washed over
The bloody dagger in his stomach
Where his hunger for more pasta remained
- c. h. 22nd September 2019
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