Lilac Wallpaper

A string of oyster abortions his gift.
Hers – an overflowering bouquet of lilacs,
plucked forgiveness

scented crucifixes masked
the odour of briny fingers. A choker
of memories buried in purple crosses,

necklaced embryos worn until
the season changed. The lilacs
browned amid the mound of

viscera and shucked empty shells.
She kept the necklace.
He left the lilacs.


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    • I am paid in the pleasure of reading kind comments. It is very sad that poetry is not valued more but what can one expect in the era of the Kardashians and The Game of Thrones.

    • My goodness, I’m so pleased you liked it, Tony. Thank you. I worked on this one for a while – over several weeks, picking at it and spent probably another 2 hours yesterday, fiddling. Good thing poets aren’t paid by the hour.

    • I used to love oysters until last year when I got food poisoning from them and was stranded far from home. I’ll never forgive them.

"The river flows both ways." (Margaret Laurence)

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