Been sort of off the writing wagon (doing my usual scribbling around the edges of notebooks saving scraps on my phone stuff) but here is the first proper poem for a while here is Becca’s excellent prompt from Frida Kahlo’s words: http://stirredpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/23/found-frida/
and my sculpted poem from it (I’ve kept the description I gave Becca of it as the first line)
mine is all non love expired love dust ex love:
frightened at seeing life opened
distant, I have wanted to explain, that I can’t return.
I have forgotten you. the nights. The water. the parting. your heart.
Everything is untouched. I wish my touch.
your eyeball is ancient shell.
dress the same one found half-asleep on the dirty sidewalk of some street.
your skin, your eyes and your hair.
You know all, all touch. the nerves, the dust, the cells.
everything experienced in non-glances.
You felt it, that’s why you let that ship take my eyes.