Empty Eggshell Blue

precarious teetering towers of mismatch crockery 

loom upon the kitchen's kitsch, eggshell blue dresser

awaiting the dawn's light, to ignite the incandescent in the hanging cutlery...

she hugs her coffee mug tighter; as she emerges, finally, from feeling lesser 

inviting the sun to banish the dark, creeping-ivy upon her soul 

she undoubtedly, will still have to, by herself, unpick the whole...

sum of her thoughts and the events, that have paved her path here 

but in the pale ambience of morn, she sits now ready to face her fears

...her deep seated fear... of herself 

...that she'll be left on the shelf...

with the lonesome tatty teapot... for which no one cares 

© Debbie Razey 2015 

My... Beautiful Beast

That beautiful beast of a man drives me quite insane...

Or indeed, treats me with disdain... or has on occasions

caused me dire... deep felt pain 

He can act so winsome and yet profane and I just can't abstain... 

as into his arms I fall... again... and... again

How he could ever contain and restrain my imagination's...

fascination or my unadulterated devotion's dedication

Or pluck from me, such an awe inspiring and yet futile adoration

Or cause me to suffer this ludicrous, fervent folly of a fixation 

Or stir within me, such insatiable, incandescent conflagration 

Or command the stars into formation, of his chosen constellation 

Or justify such jubilation... but without limitation

he does... to my incessant irritation! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

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