MONSTER

Can’t look.
Don’t recognise that barren crown.
Lipstick on a pig.
Line four of this unbosoming and brimming with blubber.
Can’t talk about this.

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AS SURE AS THE SUN SHALL RISE

An ocean of panic swells in my chest
As senses shudder into another day.
No calm before my storm;
Only perpetual tempest.
I dread these tides of confusion;
Predictable in their power,
But incalculable of depth
And — no oil to pour.

© Mel Lampro

THE MOON

i saw the moon

tonight

a crescent sliver

silver

split

hanging

from the rent cloth

of the sky


Wherever You Roam Covre

Previously Published:

Wherever You Roam: Volume 2 (Slim Volume)

Edited by: Kate Garrett

Available from Amazon


© Mel Lampro

SCORPION

bane-ripe

this

glistening

blistering

pomegranate

swelling heavy

on it’s burdened stalk

 

pregnant

 

eclipsed in span-shadow

an arachnid

distracted

 

by the majesty of flight

 

ambles on again

perfectly

out of proportion

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].

ASSASSIN

a

tiny

pink

quiver

of

life

 

clings

onto it’s sanctuary

as the sleeper

seals it’s destiny

with

every

heavy

breath

 

nosferatu

drains

it’s essence

it’s existence

denying any claim

on identity

on equity

 

assassin

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].

THERE’S SOMETHING HAPPENING IN WINTER STREET

There’s something happening in Winter Street

The caged garden springs in revolt

Against the concrete and the season.

Fireworks celebrate

Through a greenish sky

Their audible colours stifle the thrum of an August city

My eyes gasp and my mind applauds

Reminding me that it has been

Almost a year

And everything is still

Topsy-turvy

© Mel Lampro