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Muffled
The next morning
your mother complained politely
about the noise from our bedroom
blushing in her see through nightie
as she clattered through
the paraphernalia of breakfast
I knew we'd be a lot louder
under normal circumstances
Sure, if your father had been alive
it would have meant separate rooms
nothing more than a miserly kiss goodnight
So I smiled
said nothing
and drank my juice
It didn't seem fair
to tie the gag
over your mouth alone
so the next night
in the interests of noise abatement
and to stay the blushes of the neighbours
I made sure all three of us
were orally secure
so we could groan
and scream and moan
however hard we liked
After you disappeared
and ran off to Limerick with a policeman
no doubt lured by the uniform
not to mention the regular salary
I wondered if it was truly his truncheon
pushing your buttons to leave
But at least I'd made Mam happy
because she never complained after that
not to this mother-fucker's face
although every year around Christmas
when I hear that carole
Silent Night, Holy Night
I'm forced to grit out a smile
as I wonder what the priest thought
about christening the child.
your mother complained politely
about the noise from our bedroom
blushing in her see through nightie
as she clattered through
the paraphernalia of breakfast
I knew we'd be a lot louder
under normal circumstances
Sure, if your father had been alive
it would have meant separate rooms
nothing more than a miserly kiss goodnight
So I smiled
said nothing
and drank my juice
It didn't seem fair
to tie the gag
over your mouth alone
so the next night
in the interests of noise abatement
and to stay the blushes of the neighbours
I made sure all three of us
were orally secure
so we could groan
and scream and moan
however hard we liked
After you disappeared
and ran off to Limerick with a policeman
no doubt lured by the uniform
not to mention the regular salary
I wondered if it was truly his truncheon
pushing your buttons to leave
But at least I'd made Mam happy
because she never complained after that
not to this mother-fucker's face
although every year around Christmas
when I hear that carole
Silent Night, Holy Night
I'm forced to grit out a smile
as I wonder what the priest thought
about christening the child.
Published 11th Jan 2011
| Edited 15th Jul 2012
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17th Jan 2011 10:27am
I like the twist at the end..
I like the beginning due to being caught under the same circumstances
I get a bit lost round the line where she runs off with a policemn though...Seems lrge jump from the romp the night before.
But otherwise well done - very captivating and intriguing poem!
I like the beginning due to being caught under the same circumstances
I get a bit lost round the line where she runs off with a policemn though...Seems lrge jump from the romp the night before.
But otherwise well done - very captivating and intriguing poem!
...I was beginnning to wonder if I'd mislaid my sanity again, so thanks to you, Ashley for restoring it (always a temporary situation anyway)
Hope this edit clarifies:
'After you disappeared
and ran off to Limerick with a policeman
no doubt lured by the uniform
not to mention the regular salary
I wondered if it was truly his truncheon
pushing your buttons to leave'
Transition in a poem is invariably a delicate beast to tame, so I'll be looking at my 'jmps' harder. Tx again.
Best ~ Abra
Hope this edit clarifies:
'After you disappeared
and ran off to Limerick with a policeman
no doubt lured by the uniform
not to mention the regular salary
I wondered if it was truly his truncheon
pushing your buttons to leave'
Transition in a poem is invariably a delicate beast to tame, so I'll be looking at my 'jmps' harder. Tx again.
Best ~ Abra
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24th Jan 2011 4:22am
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