French fields, July 2016

The whistle sounds
A referee's summons
The end of the game
Time to go home
Khaki-clad
The boys glance round
No football here
Just weapons
Just fear
©cih16, 05.07.16

(In response to the 100th anniversary of the Somme)

Stray

There is a lot to be said
 for your absent minded affection
When I feel unloved,
 uncared for:

Waiting for your rejection
©cih16, 29.05.16

Let Sleeping Bodies Lie

You turn from me as if I've said something wrong
Your back, rigid in sleep
Unable to communicate
Private dreams in your head
I'm left alone
Overthinking
Silent
Stranded
in the vast emptiness of a shared bed
©cih16, 23:26, 26.05.16

Staged in miniature

In the doll's house
Compartmentalised
You segment our lives

French farce like

I'd sympathise

But I'm caught in
Plot twists, half truths
and little white lies
©cih16, 22:12, 25.05.16

Mercurial me

Quicksilver
Quicktempered
Quickwitted
Quixotic
©cih16, 17:45, 03.05.16