It is Halloween
The Hallowed feast of samhain
A happy new year
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A costume party
Super heroes, movie stars
And flesh on display
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Halloween fireworks
Flashes fill the Dublin sky
Our fourth of July
She ended on a Sunday
Her mind gave up the fight then
Two years before her body
Bested by burst blood vessels
And cholesterol plaques
From then on
It wasn’t her
The wit, the spring in her step
All she was, what made her unique
Had been expunged
What remained was a shadow
Re-exploring the world
Reduced to infancy again
Struggling to regain some normalcy
But fighting a losing battle
She died on a Friday
But it ended on a Sunday
That was when I held my grief
A long time before
Each and every Saturday
When all his friends have gone to play
Through rain or hail or sunny day
The weekend worker slaves away
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Whether working at a store
Or for a boss just wanting more
He knows it’s wrong right at his core
But weekend worker knows the score
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Maybe he’s in it for the cash
And though that means his life’s a hash
Don’t so quickly move to bash
You see it keeps him looking flash
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More likely he is forced you see
By the needs of family
Things are getting so more pricey
He works to keep them going nicely
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So as you take your weekend break
Spare a thought, no fun to make
Their the base of our world’s cake
They’re working hard not one bit fake
Dance with me my love
Through every precious moment
Every second, every hour matters
Each instant means something
For all is finite
Nothing will last for ever
Eventually our time will pass
So make the most of it
Savour each minute
Every embrace, each touch
Every night and every day
Treat each like our last
Make every moment memorable
Our time is precious
Treasure it always
The latest budget
Cutting the young people’s dole
Screwing the future
Heavy rain today
I thought I that I’d be fine
Left with soggy socks
As the days turn cold
I feel that nothing at all
Beats a real live fire
There it is
I can smell it
Your scent on the pillow
Left from the night before
Fading but still noticeable
A reminder
Not in the least bit subtle
Of what we shared
What we have
I breathe deep
Savouring the scent
As it brings me back
Back to each perfect moment
I had with you
If you’re ever lost
Cast into the darkness
Blinded by the light
Fear not my love
Take my hand
For I will be your guide
My eyes will be yours
I will see you through the night
Through the danger
You need never fear again
Because in the darkness
I will be by your side
From now on
Hi there. It’s that time of the month again for once again another collaboration between myself and my good friend Scriptor Obscura. Those of you who know her will know that she is no longer on WordPress but she is still on the internets on twitter as @scriptorobscura. We did the following as a twitter exchange. Probably the first of many.
Enjoy
Sunbeam pierces glass.
She turns, squints, raises her hand.
Dust motes dance in warmth.
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She moves a blanket
More dust flies into the air
She pauses to cough
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“Miss Smith, lay back down.
You need rest. You’re not well yet.”
She sighs, stares at nurse.
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“You don’t control me.
Wait until my husband’s home
He will throw you out”
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“You’re not home Miss Smith,
you are in the hospital.
You have no husband.”
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“But… I am married
We’ve been together for years
I remember it.”
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“Und how’s ze patient?”
“She thinks she’s married, Doctor.”
“Hmm. Tranquillize her.”
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Jab of a needle
Between awake and asleep
Her husband walks in
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I once caught a very large fish
Who granted whatever I’d wish
I was quite peckish
So I thought it delish
To have him served up as a dish
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A parrot I owned used to curse
Saying “dammit” and “bugger” and worse
Once it didn’t get fed
And quick off it sped
Shouting language quite perverse
Into schools and halls
Hoards of people queue to vote
Democracy rules
The Eye looks at you
Silently demands and pleads
Dog wants a cookie
Lightly stroke her arm
Breathing in each other’s scent
Some late-night cuddling
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