Kickstart My Heart

Kickstart my heart with the beat of a drum
Crashed out with guitars halfway through the song
A ballard of love, an epic of loss
Map my life with your lyrics, a story of us.
Chart the rise and the fall, our great dance in and out.
Though I stand all alone, cos that party’s a rout
And your anger, your pain, your deep bitter regret
Cast their notes on my skin like the stain of a debt.
No room for debate, all your feelings for sale,
Your lies down on disc, my truth a betrayal.
Rip me up, brush me off, fly me eons away.
But the album persists, in its echoes you stay.
They map me with your lyrics, a woman declined.
And their spite filled with curses, I wish you’d been kind.
But that’s not how it played, and now I don’t need your song.
Cos the beat’s going forward.
Yes the beat carries on.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018

Picture courtesy of Lincerta

Broken

Momentum stopped
A slap of shock
My body rocked, and caught
In tightening twists of isolation
Muted, silent, crazed and fighting
My mask falling
Words outpouring
More important, but quite
Lost in blackened mists and freezing fog
Of strangers’ heedless disregard.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked Broken, read Slot Gap

Hope – An Old Campaigner

Your hull is torn, your canvas in tatters,
You’ve bartered the last coin for biscuits and rum
The looking glass shows you a care worn expression
But sail out once more, the hard work’s not done.

No turning back, the past is a stranger
The future’s familiar from legends we’ve told
A whisper leads onwards to map out the ocean
So set sail once more, be brave and be bold.

My love will anchor ships in the harbour.
My diligence settles the weather’s extremes
The cold bites my shoulder, but snowflakes won’t settle
So sail out once more and hope for your dreams

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked this poem, read Not putting up with this shit!

Nightmare

It bangs on the windows
and rattles down the stairs
It roils and it boils
and it always comes prepared

In the rain it lingers
a grin of teeth and tongue
It bides its life in corners
where sunlight never comes.

I can see its shadow,
a thin, translucent edge
Discordant voices singing
a hymn that echoes on.

Nightmare won’t you leave me?
My life is worn and thin
An anxious, guilty patchwork
I’ve lost the needle in.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Nightmare, read Word Shimmy

Word Shimmy

Sleep treads on stockinged feet
Half-conscious rhythms twist my head
Dance! Dance! Words shimmy
On twirling limbs of poetry
In harmony, fragile memory
Can’t reach the notepad far from me
Now fragmentary, lost at sea
Tip toe over me
Come morning…
Gone

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

If you liked this, read Broken