Sweetcorn

Chomping
Crunching
Scrapping
Teeth

As I tear the kernels from the cob
My mouth filled up with hard shiny balls

Crunching
Popping
Squirting
Flesh

My ears filled up with eating sounds
Resonating in my mouth and in my skull

Grinding
Mashing
Crunching
Jaws

My slippery lips all covered in juice
As I devour the yellow goodness

Sound fills my head; flesh fills my mouth
Leaving only a naked and exposed cob
Slightly moist and springy
Under my fingers


[18 September 2006]

Originally posted on the now defunct wordspiral.wordpress.com

Up and down

A brief few hours
A precious time
Feeling warm
A rosy glow to the air
Mirrors the children’s red cheeks

A long slow day
A lonely time
Feeling cold
A dull fog around my heart
Mirrors the sky’s grey clouds


[04 January 2007]

Originally posted on the now defunct wordspiral.wordpress.com