One Day Her Prince Will Come

once upon-a-time       (this is no cinders rhyme)
let’s start again:
                                                                  once the apple of her mother’s eye
                                                    (please note: the apple has nothing to do with snow white)
twirling in party frocks and dancing with toys          
                                                                  until the pink frilly lace
                                                    outgrew
          the dolls with friendly names                            happy smiles                            and innocent games
                                      and with it the little girl



her mousey hair now shines                                           blonde   (nothing magical - from a bottle) 
                                      as she stands there noisily chewing gum
                                      blind and deaf to a mother’s disgust
hands on hips
                        mocking giggles
                                                    pouts
                                                                  bats lashes
                                      high on the alluring scent of easy money



hypnotized                             by the nightclubs’ winking strobes              (all that glitters is not … )
                        princess dancing in diamonte
          the needle twinkles (prick of the spindle)                            in the twilight glow
a punter (that is to say a bit of a perv) asks
                                                                                              how much luv
                                        NO LOVE                                NOT HERE          
in the rain on a cold november night (still better than homework)                            down canal street



sailing on the seven seas                            shanghai love cruises by                                       
ebbed-out                       watching the homebound current                                          drift out
of reach                                                                                                                 and into the horizon
                                      but a tidal flush will soon come her way
she waits               (like sleeping for a hundred years)
          down by the water’s edge where
                                                    girls stand like buoys
                                              BLEACHED BEACONS
lurid lurex (durex) harbour lights
                                                                                city girls at work tonight





Doctor Malaprop’s Diagnosis



Well according to my periscope
your heart beat’s mumbling.
It may be best to do an EGG test
and I’ll take a blood sample
and some slobs from here and there
run every test imaginable.  Even check
for sexually transmitted desires.
How’s your mens trualcycle?
It’s a little too early to say
but it looks as if,
having drunk plenty of fluids
and stayed in bed,
you’ve caught a pregnant pause.
Girl, ain’t you never heard of contradiction.





Some Nights I Give Myself The Rag Doll Blues



come darkness and be me
                                                    my lover
enshroud me in the fullness of your bloom

ssh!                                           secret quiet
let’s pretend we’re petal whispers

dearest night                             with shadow touches
of your cotton thread fingers
possessed with lithe spirit of skin kiss
                                                    - romantics

make me soft             oh darkness my lover                          
                                      please
please
          come hold my frayed hand

Charlotte hides in the heart of Suffolk countryside (UK) learning the lost art of hedge mumbling having failed at knitting. She spends most of her free time playing with the Clueless Collective, HERE.