The Dark Gatherer
I first posted this in 2006, and wanted to repost (it’s one of my favourites) and say a huge thanks to UKAuthors, as seeing my work on the screen here and receiving comments and criticism has helped my writing no end.
(homage to Carol Ann Duffy’s polar opposite)
When you were small, your pudgy hands
moulded plasticine into sin,
an indication of
a growing hate
which darkened like a purple bruise
in your gaze –
hot passion, why?
The edge of your milk teeth always flashed
a glower of a growl after your smile.
Your chubby toes were cold when I tickled them,
your legs stamped a tantrum
when bed-time drew –
the oval of your soft jaw, spoilt.
Words cascaded like a flushed toilet,
murky, resonant with filth.
a strangled teddy’s eyes bulged amber with brown flecks,
I could hear its cries.
Dark gatherer. You soared from hell
into my life, the fiery dragon by your bed
and now you are black like an abyss,
the prejudice of the bigot, you scour
the night-time and sink in
like a predator,
cobaltite, culling, depraved and itching to pluck
the wings from butterflies.