Occasionally I dive into the world of poetry for a quick distraction, before getting back to fictional prose, where I'm more in my depth.

Here's such a moment of madness. Enjoy!

Writing

I’m every voice
Aphrodite in her heyday
At the height of her beauty
She drove men to destruction
With the lure of her eyes
I’m the ugly stepsister
Whose fate no one remembers
The coarseness of her heart
Made her unworthy of love

I’m the man who lays his head on a newspaper
Ragged, his stubble old
I’m the voice of the dead in the depth of the night
The messages whispered on to the air
I hear those
I’m the waitress, the handshake
A dark exchange of sweat
I’m coal, concrete and pavements
Shattered edges of glass
Monologues of pain hurting
Nights of love in the rain
I’m broken and I’m perfect
I’m every voice