Snake Skin
March 2010
I am the skin
you've shed.
You said
I was shrinking,
you've stopped thinking
about me.
See me laying,
praying in this bed
of rose nettles,
dried and crying.
Greying
from the eye sockets,
old and thinly
cold.
Sally Plumb
Summer
December 2009
Flowers were her breastplate,
perfume was her breath,
Autumn was her weariness.
Winter brought her death
Spring,the resurrection
from the earthly womb
frees Summers own perfection
as sweet terrestrial blooms.
Sally Plumb
Poppies
November 2009
Heavens sky scape
was glowing with fire,
high coloured as poppies
ablaze with suns flame ...
compassionate showers
stirred nature alive
so earth would not grieve,
but remember the seeds
of its dead, red flowers.
Sally Plumb
The Haunted Sea
November 2009
Two days of stark
on a wide, wide sea,
into bleak horizons
the ship sailed free.
Through day filled nights
and flightless skies
of lonliness
and tearless eyes.
Then the sea grew wider
as the sky shone pure
with painful sharpness
and silent fear.
Soon, fore to aft
the ship did spin,
and the sails they emptied
then filled again.
It listed port
then starboard, right,
and overturned
in the haunting light.
No sound, no sound
from the tossing waves
for the drowning men
were the waters slaves.
And the crew still shriek
when the wind is flying.
It's loud with sound
of brave men dying.
Sally Plumb
Starters
October 2009
This morning
my mind
is all over
the place.
I've laced it
with gin
to slow down
the pace.
My head's
in my hands.
The gin's
in the glass.
Drink little,
not often,
the disturbance
will pass.
Sally Plumb
Annoyance
September 2009
Please remove your
thunder brow,
black despatched glares
and how
annoying I am
is understood
by both of us.
Why the fuss?
Sally Plumb
Lyric
September 2009
I'll take you
and the music, honey.
I'll take you
and the sky.
I'll take you
on a round trip, honey.
I'll take you
by and by.
We'll buzz the bees
and tease the wind,
kiss the moon
with the sweetest tune,
send the sun
a valentine.
And we'll
fly, fly, fly.
Soon, we'll touch
the starlight, honey.
Soon, we'll drift
in silver.
Soon we'll feel
the magic, honey.
Soon, we'll swim
moon river.
We'll cry the owl
and sail the rain,
sing to the nightingale
on our way,
Gather the trees
in a large bouquet,
and travel the night
into day, day, day.
Sally Plumb
Enrichment
August 2009
Sometimes,
too much weight on the soul
breaks the mind,
hurts the whole.
Nature splits its decisions
and agony burns.
With the tauntings
of life,and the fear
of its hauntings,
the blood of ones thoughts
intermingles in crisis.
And what of the soul?
It absorbs most of this,
expands and grows stonger
as the mind is enriched.
Sally Plumb
Saturday Night And Sunday Morning.
July 2009
What kind of fuckery
is this
Amy sings?
The head banging
Foo Fighters
strum at the strings
of coloured guitars
and we all wait
for Sunday
with Andrew Marr.
Save the planet ...
ban the car ...
segregate smokers
out price beer
by the jar.
We'll soon be brewing moonshine,
puffing weed,
and sex will take place
on abandoned car seats.
Sally Plumb
Be Kind Be Sweet
July 2009
Let his eyes net,
net her,
his sweet sweat,
sweat her,
without threat
take her
into a place of light.
With golden light
face her,
in silver light
lace her,
never, never trace her
into the darkness
of the grave,
she craves.
Sally Plumb
Late Afternoon
July 2009
Doves
among the roses
in the silent
autumn sun,
carry
gentle messages
to dusk
from day begun.
Late petals,
pink and falling
float lightly
to the ground,
still doves
they keep a calling ...
with soft
and dreamlike sounds.
Sally Plumb
The Chain
June 2009
Life by accident
is life in time.
Life this way
is chosen ... prime.
Many explosions
day by day
will populate
and keep at bay
an empty world
laid low by war.
The nations' millions
destroyed. What for?
Death by purpose?
It's out of line.
Take care of the children.
They're yours and mine.
Sally Plumb
Song Of A Dying Infant
June 2009
I am gently dying.
No need to cry,
no need to say goodbye.
I go in peace,
into a sky of butterflies
and tiny golden birds
that never cease to sing.
I will take wing. Softly
Sally Plumb
Confrontation (Darfur)
May 2009
I come to you
in anger, God.
Why when constant
cries for help
are rewarded with
a scurge from Hell,
does no compassion reign?
Not all the servants
of your word
are sinners,
but are cursed by afflictions
worse than pain.
Desertion of hope ---
bewilderment of eye
and births of babies
that gravely cry.
The foodless chain
of the spirit
that is unattended
by miracle,
and souls that shrivel
in the desert
of no future,
wait without limit.
Why do you roar
with volcanoes
and cry in floods?
Are you speechless?
Have you no blood?
Sally Plumb
A Question Of God
May 2009
Is that the time?
Has it passed by
so suddenly
without reason or with ryhme?
Has hair transformed
from black to white
and life flown by
like day in flight?
Will God bequeath an amnesty
for conflict and for death?
Forgive the constant murders,
the constant theft of breath?
Whose rights are wrongs
and wrongs are rights,
turning night to day,
then day to night?
When the desolate eyes
of war are shut,
and injured earth
appears as dust,
will mixed opinion still remain
and fight for all the others gain?
Sally Plumb
Death Of A Woman
May 2009
Death is a lump in the throat,
acute awareness of the inanimate,
bareness in extreme ...
cold,full and frozen.
Nakedness in dreams of ice.
But so to go,
we all depart in time,
journeying to our own ideas.
Into a land of mirrors,
enormous spheres of light
or white effigies
of personalities that shade our eyes
in dazed visions.
Then we reach
out to touch,
need contact with
the other side.
Cold kisses
of loves still ghost.
The quietness of deaths bride.
Death is tears
on a staring cheek,
glazed oversight
of weakness ...
thoughts of past returnings
that lay buried
without comfort.
Memories lay heavy
and wear with strain
all passing thoughts
within a seething brain.
Death is .....
by Sally Plumb
Figment
May 2009
We are so small
in this infinity
that we are non existant,
smaller than the division
of a breath.
Death cannot be
as we are invisible.
So fear not ---
in this unseen universe
we will not die.
We are the evaporation
of a babys teardrop
and will not
approach our destiny
until time disappears.
by Sally Plumb
The Queue
February 2009
I'm getting
nowhere slow
Wondering where
To go.
The mug shot
In my bus pass
Looks older
Than I know
As I cram
the queue
Of what to do
Trying to keep
Pace with them
And you.
On my toes
The foot in front
Stops my progress
dead.Now it's started
Raining
And I wish
I was in bed
by Sally Plumb
Angels
February 2009
Kitty blue dress,
Princess of sorrow,
Dies today, will live tomorrow
In her heaven of know belief
All her life, Sad time's a thief.
Angels are crossing
The light of night,
Soon they will settle
On a naked bed,
Two white bodies
With feathered arms
Come to secure their gentle dead.
by Sally Plumb
A Dark Fire
January 2009
Say we can meet
in the astral place,
then I can travel
deaths dark corridor
with some dignity
and grace.
If your bright light shines
fore or aft,
I'll know I'm safe in spirit
and night will pass
into beams of brightness.
And yours will be
the might I see
when I wander eternity.
Then if your own
sweet chariot should pass me
with its wheels of flame,
I shall be warmed,
and then I'll live again.
by Sally Plumb
Fight
January 2009
You fight for you.
I'll fight for me.
But I'll be sure to fight
Four our right to be.
by Sally Plumb
SHADOW STREET
November 2008
I am walking
dim, uncharted territory,
a long, long street
where doors are
coffin lids
and the inside of
shrouded windows are
wreathed with black roses.
I paddle
in my own piss
longing for dry land,
drained,and suspicious
of the stillness,
feeling numb,
praying that my brain
will end.
Rigor closes
my sagging jaw.
Teeth clenched,
I see ahead arid land,
not qute barren, not quite dead.
There, in sight,
Hells grinning signpost-----
directing the unknown.
I turn my head,
nobody's there
I am alone.
by Sally Plumb
RENDEZVOUS
November 2008
Death, I am here
waiting with the darkness
that you collect
in your velvet casket.
The pretty stars that were
my childlike eyes
have lost their light.
I am as cold and still
as a statue,
but without fright.
There are no shadows here
to worry me.
I cannot call to you
but you will hear my silence,
it is quieter than velvet.
You will carry me with ease
because I no longer exist.
Darkness lay me softly
on your black pillow of night.
by Sally Plumb
A HUMEROUS DEATH
November 2008
Distance stretches
to the horizon.
Over the edge
is the distance down.
I am over,
falling slow as a feather.
My past passes me,
painfully.
It is a long way,
the bottom.
In the mortuary of mind
lay my ancestors,
arms open and calling.
The dying left in me
will not speed its entirity
towards the inevitable.
My ancestors are laughing now,
applauding joyfully,
glad that I am released
from the restrictions of being.
by Sally Plumb
MEMORIES
November 2008
Even the violet
has turned pale.
She is drained white.
My own hot blood
is leaving me
In cowardly flight.
Mild fear engulfs
my heart
with unexpected beat.
I share my lifes
sure death
with minds defeat.
by Sally Plumb
