Submissions by Hatful-of-Hollow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2025 5:32pm
30th Mar 2025 5:32pm
'Catch Me When I'm Falling'
She said
“don’t forget to catch me.”
Morphine and methadone bombs
darkened skies as Messerschmitt air raids,
Nazi assassins had invaded her body
each cargo held an obituary
I dreamt about you last night
and fell out of bed twice,
death-bed promises run freer
than Snowdonia streams,
always going to waste in the wrong arms
our silver lies in mountain jewellery
Death-bed promises are the thud
of cemetery gates closing,
you rehearsed the verse before the hearse
drove her wheels to the foot of our bed
“don’t forget to catch me.”
Morphine and methadone bombs
darkened skies as Messerschmitt air raids,
Nazi assassins had invaded her body
each cargo held an obituary
I dreamt about you last night
and fell out of bed twice,
death-bed promises run freer
than Snowdonia streams,
always going to waste in the wrong arms
our silver lies in mountain jewellery
Death-bed promises are the thud
of cemetery gates closing,
you rehearsed the verse before the hearse
drove her wheels to the foot of our bed
#love
79 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2025 6:56pm
27th Mar 2025 6:56pm
Shorts from Marilyn Monroes's Autopsy
Trigger Happy
Every night he pretended to shoot himself in front of her
enjoyed her pleas and screams as the blanks fired.
Time for change, she decided wearily,
swapping live bullets for the blanks,
time for change, he arrogantly decreed,
‘tonight I will pretend to shoot the baby’
Skin’phonies
Strung at the throat, each
sinew a symphony of strings
in the unforgiving space between skins.
Sex tourniquet binds bleeding guitar wounds
to drum beating, louder than bombs
Glassed in Portsmouth
...
Every night he pretended to shoot himself in front of her
enjoyed her pleas and screams as the blanks fired.
Time for change, she decided wearily,
swapping live bullets for the blanks,
time for change, he arrogantly decreed,
‘tonight I will pretend to shoot the baby’
Skin’phonies
Strung at the throat, each
sinew a symphony of strings
in the unforgiving space between skins.
Sex tourniquet binds bleeding guitar wounds
to drum beating, louder than bombs
Glassed in Portsmouth
...
#unicorns
64 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Mar 2025 12:33pm
27th Mar 2025 12:33pm
Dream Making in the Suburbs
At night, Alison’s dreams are scattered across
the bedroom wall like grainy cine film
No sound from the nocturnal soap opera
just Alison’s breathless hum and
the somnolent rhythm of the city
At the foot of the bed I wait for
insomnia cinema to begin
Amber streetlights steal through curtains
Alison’s legs up and apart
remind me we touch like
skeletons in a dusty museum
On her back on edge of dreams
the streetlights caress her
Lights – Camera - Action
Alison dreams in glorious...
the bedroom wall like grainy cine film
No sound from the nocturnal soap opera
just Alison’s breathless hum and
the somnolent rhythm of the city
At the foot of the bed I wait for
insomnia cinema to begin
Amber streetlights steal through curtains
Alison’s legs up and apart
remind me we touch like
skeletons in a dusty museum
On her back on edge of dreams
the streetlights caress her
Lights – Camera - Action
Alison dreams in glorious...
#dreams
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Mar 2025 4:04pm
26th Mar 2025 4:04pm
Stillicide
On the day the UK drowned
the sun’s shoulders broke,
slumping the sunset into eternal twilight
All one underwater breath,
deep sea divers tried to pack
the sea into suitcases
Baggage bridled waves
o’er castles and housing estates,
stealth, the ravens skyfall
legends written on drowned pirates’ skulls,
(full fathom) five brides on continental shelf
coral and pearls are merely crust on sunken ships
travelling light
can life rafts only hold one soul?
stowed in hearth of jigsaw’ed city
flames cripple...
the sun’s shoulders broke,
slumping the sunset into eternal twilight
All one underwater breath,
deep sea divers tried to pack
the sea into suitcases
Baggage bridled waves
o’er castles and housing estates,
stealth, the ravens skyfall
legends written on drowned pirates’ skulls,
(full fathom) five brides on continental shelf
coral and pearls are merely crust on sunken ships
travelling light
can life rafts only hold one soul?
stowed in hearth of jigsaw’ed city
flames cripple...
#dystopian
#home
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
Vodka
Dulling lights of Soho’s Vodka Bar
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
#alcohol
#hope
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2025 12:54pm
20th Mar 2025 12:54pm
Post tenebras lux
Delicious seclusion lying beside the lighthouse
eye-swimming in crusted compass of the seas,
talking about the weather until Idaho vowels closed my mouth
Marlboro lips curled semaphore smoke
and me and my heart, we just knew
Tightrope of lips
taut between our loyal space
and wall cracks where only rain survives
eye-swimming in crusted compass of the seas,
talking about the weather until Idaho vowels closed my mouth
Marlboro lips curled semaphore smoke
and me and my heart, we just knew
Tightrope of lips
taut between our loyal space
and wall cracks where only rain survives
#faith
#hope
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 6:21pm
17th Mar 2025 6:21pm
The Girl from Durban
It should have been the way she shuffled uncomfortably
on the Tube seat when a black lady sat next to her
or how she only spoke Afrikaans in the bedroom
it should have been ……
third finger, left hand
exposed her knuckles
to double-barrelled lipsticks
heir loomed in her handbag
kiss the earth and taste the blood
of apartheid shot guns which didn’t involve race
another Sunday morning blow job
dick limper than stale croissant
rimmed the space between lust and obligation,
her jaw creaked...
on the Tube seat when a black lady sat next to her
or how she only spoke Afrikaans in the bedroom
it should have been ……
third finger, left hand
exposed her knuckles
to double-barrelled lipsticks
heir loomed in her handbag
kiss the earth and taste the blood
of apartheid shot guns which didn’t involve race
another Sunday morning blow job
dick limper than stale croissant
rimmed the space between lust and obligation,
her jaw creaked...
#relationships
70 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
the midday sun burns brightest, but the midnight sun burns longest
vizmidday
#identity
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 11:35am
15th Mar 2025 11:35am
Hiraeth
Bore dda, canol nos,
fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
a oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
i’r cerddoriaeth,
or ein glaw,
ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
fel y mae’n rhaid
fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
a oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
i’r cerddoriaeth,
or ein glaw,
ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
fel y mae’n rhaid
#heartbroken
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Without Music the World Dies
Each Auld Lang Sin
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
#death
#hope
#music #nostalgia
#music #nostalgia
93 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 12:14pm
9th Mar 2025 12:14pm
Carry On dot.com Sitcom
Skinstorm of scripts
written upon Wi-Fi wrists,
ever the moon is vowel shaped
Wide to receive
from another lonely hand,
as roadkill waiting to be shovelled
earthed into the ground
Who will chalk around cursors
at love-crime cyber scene?
Something is squeezing your skull
Surfing Transmitted Disease,
tinder sticks smoulder desire
before rain retreats to the sky
& reality nothing more than a drunk emoji
Post mortem modem
threads bone though keyboards,
no ghosts in the machine
only...
written upon Wi-Fi wrists,
ever the moon is vowel shaped
Wide to receive
from another lonely hand,
as roadkill waiting to be shovelled
earthed into the ground
Who will chalk around cursors
at love-crime cyber scene?
Something is squeezing your skull
Surfing Transmitted Disease,
tinder sticks smoulder desire
before rain retreats to the sky
& reality nothing more than a drunk emoji
Post mortem modem
threads bone though keyboards,
no ghosts in the machine
only...
#technology
#universe
104 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
Sail Your Kites into Deadlands
viz kites
#unicorns
92 reads
4 Comments
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