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tea x crumpets = OTP

::: The Sherwood Bandit :::

the hooded man
he comes, blade bared and bow on his back
fighting for love of his king
dressed in the green woods
and feathered fine

without helmet to protect his thoughts
no noble knight
yet valiant all the more
kind lord of the people's hearts
if not their land

forest fed
sitting on a tree branch
laughing in his ale
honourable thief of word and deed
an array of merriment

better an outlaw
than a cruel master of fate not your own
how many crowns to your head?
when law shows no justice
'tis sharp as an arrow

name yourself
redbreast, goodfellow
find your safety in haunting
and tuck a little scarlet ribbon in your pocket
you heroic rogue

::: Pop Tart :::

for the record, I am not a pop tart
you only wish I were so quick
and sweet and simple

flat as the moon
this self-prescribed exile
I am a voyeur of your life
not your friend

I dreamt I heard you talking behind my back
that explains
the ringing in my ears

time slides over my skin like oil
I think I've missed it or maybe it missed me
falling from my finger tips
sticky-sweet sabotage

for the record, I'm still not your pop tart
you suddenly wish I weren't so quaint
and suite and sinful

::: Words :::

we have this habit of talking in brackets
though it's really not needed
whispering our words
that hands cannot speak and eyes cannot hear
it's like
a schoolyard romance
the way we pass poetry back and forth

words are such a funny thing
they keep truth from being completely honest
so we lie in bold colour
or muted metaphor
all the better to stab the very heart
of meaning
between the pages and sheets

do you hear me?

my heart moves for you far more than my mouth
embarrassing
just imagine my admission
I fear I may have to trust you with, well
that's a secret
still, I know I have made you think
my words have found a way into your pretty head
check mate, my king

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April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, I am posting one of my poems every day. You can play along too! Or, if you don't write, post a poem that you love. I would love to see my friendslist filled with poetry all through April.


I wrote this one two weeks ago. Just some musing about the city I'm living in.

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