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

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

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