Low Repose by Bernadette Richards

Bernadette Richards | February 2nd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


I wake to the mockery of someone else’s alarm
something impales my temperament
disrespects the dreaming child in my arms
Dodgy Mike awards my printless finger with blood blisters
As the golden-maned vampire withholds sanitary towels from anxious girls
privileged little animals!
How the simple empowers the wicked

Today’s fine print is on a memo I fail to receive
something about testing our new sails in hellfire winds
A mass of mighty spores dictate the off in balance
Two vultures of bad news within a nanosecond
Cancer and cancer collide on the highway to religion
You said he would wait for me, he didn’t
Right now I must quantify to keep gratitude high fevered
Money cannot purchase the blood of the lamb – still, I am sorry
Was the candle wax blessed?

The keeper of the chuck
The serration of backlight
The cursed blessing of too much morphine
There is little we truly control
Travel sentiently to Friday’s dawn

Poet Bio

Bernadette Richards is from Cape Town. She is inspired by diverse forms of art and believes that creativity is one of the best forms of therapy.

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