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I’m watching you through the hole
I see the whole of you
A slit
A crack
In the wall
I see your all
Pristine, clean
You’re washing away sins
That slide with the suds
A slip
A thud
Mother! Blood! Blood!
This poem is inspired by the film Psycho.
I’m a bashful woman, Paul
You see, unlike yourself
I’m not so good with words
I will bash you, Paul
Seldom
Sometimes and often
I’ll bash you
Then I’ll soften
Your legs
In front of you
I’ll stand
I’m not bashful, you see
This poem is inspired by the film Misery.
My friend, White Fang
Guards me in the grizzly wilderness
From vagrant beasts with killer claws
And grappling swipes
Swung by hungry paws
To sleep we will fall
Into a deep snowdrift rest
Tamed by each other
Your nose on my chest
This poem is inspired by the film White Fang.
My friends are all gone
I trudge white wastelands
This drudgery has me alone
Deep in thoughts of sludge
My senses have frozen over
But I can still smell
The cold wolf’s howl of death
This poem is inspired by the film The Grey.
To be amongst nature
To be still, here
Waiting with a quietness
For the year to unfurl
For now, I am still, here
With the gentlest of hopes
Laying whispers to the wind
This poem is inspired by the film The Secret Garden.
Room for a silly old fool?
Whose table has, for years
Been laid without love
Without food deserving of flavour
I have sat, alone
Out of touch and out of favour
And now I find a table
Where my company is kind
I sit in in comfort
Warmed by kindred spirits
This poem is inspired by the novel and adaptations of A Christmas Carol.
I have turned to stone
My face weighs a gown of granite
Wrinkles are engraved as tombs
They are markings of my own making
Grave errors cannot be repaid
For the harsh slab of judgment
Is laid before me
My body
Is stone
This poem is inspired by the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come from the novel and adaptations of A Christmas Carol.
I have food in riches
Sit man at my feet
My platters of meat taste good
They should, they have been ripening
And now they are piping
Hot, hunks of hog
Puddings pudgy and round
Sit at my feet man
What have you found?
A tankard of wine
Full-bodied, blood red cherry
Come, let us feast
For the hour is sweet
And we men are merry!
This poem is inspired by the Ghost of Christmas Present from the novel and adaptations of A Christmas Carol.
My book and my thoughts are my friends
They can be depended on
Leant on like a trusty crutch
They ask nothing in return
Except for momentary suspension
Where a boy must venture
Far, far into the cave of his mind
And find a pleasure that exists
Not in the real world
But in the company of explorers
Even thieves are welcome here!
For even in the darkest of pages
There is comfort in words
And no fear of being truly alone
This poem is inspired by the Ghost of Christmas Past from the novel and adaptations of A Christmas Carol.
This morning my friend was gone
Icy sludge lay where he stood
Distant dreams of dancing
In white magic forests
Memories of gay jigs and choruses
We held hands, oh how we laughed
This morning my friend was gone
I stand alone with his scarf
This poem is inspired by the film The Snowman.
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