Cold Heart

The cold hearted girl feels the thaw

of little icicles as they fall off her heart

and she blames him, that boy -

that wolf eyed boy who smiles at her

and sniffs her with his aquiline nose.

She stamps her foot and pouts,

pulling her frosty shawl tighter.

She scrutinises the words he writes,

tries to pull apart their meaning and

stares them down until they cower.

But the icicles are still falling

And her heart is still thawing

So up come the words to be stroked

and kised until they shiver with pleasure.

Early Days

At the first smell of Autumn
Your jaguar cat and your neighbour at dawn
And your friend in the car park
At Maidstone East station
All turned to each other
And whispered the news.
They're painting the gate
To their memory lane.

This is courtesy of DSW, an angel in wolf's clothing...Nice innit