Maggie Watson's Blog, page 20
October 10, 2024
Life’s Tapestry
(written October 2024)
Within life’s tapestry, we are all threads.
Weaving patterns on our paths,
bleeding colours of stories to trace.
Without knowing, we puncture the skin of
everyone we meet.
An invisible thread then intertwines as it continues
to travel.
Stories form, then unravel.
In life’s tapestry, our frailty extends beyond our reach
as our threads sew stitches on the lives of strangers with
every word we speak.
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October 8, 2024
Fallen Leaves
(written October 2024)
Fallen leaves of autumn,
words released from my soul garden.
Flutter gently in the breeze.
Written from copper ink with warm shades of
words unspoken.
Fallen leaves from branches, in the hope to travel
across an ocean before coming to rest.
Autumn leaves fell like rose petals without a scent.
Only a cadence to evoke affection meant
words swept, alas.
Fallen leaves heavy as cement now
lie in my chest until my body turns to ash.
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October 5, 2024
A Long Oak Table
I see a few of the wonderful writers have written creepy poems today, so I exhumed this one from my PC! ( It was written for a prompt when I was still on IG) 2 years ago
A long oak table covered with a muslin cloth, embroidered lines made with blood-dipped stitching threads were invisible to the naked eye.
The table bedaubed with terrine dishes contained the entrails of the dead.
Blue bottles buzzed overhead.
Unseen by the gluttonous guests who did not find the food unpalatable or the host reprehensible.
Indeed, the taste of blood on the tongue was like an aphrodisiac, enhanced by the champagne they drank until they realized that their viscera was next on the menu of this macabre man
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October 4, 2024
Thank you Hotel by Masticadores
Pieces of Me: A Collection of Poems by Maggie Watson
Thank you so much to Mich for this feature/promo!
Thank to anyone else who has shared the link or pre-ordered a copy.
Much gratitude to you all.
October 3, 2024
Fragmented Hearts
written for Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee
Puncture wounds to the sternum, a playground.
Flotsam on the surface of the ocean, fragmented hearts,
drifting, lifeless for want of a caring hand,
searching for an anchor, light or dry land.
Many hearts perish in seas of unrequited love.
Of those that survive, few learn to trust again.
When words hang in the air, an already fragile heart will fragment
beyond repair.
Expectation is a soul killer,
a place that leads to make-believe.
A fragile heart will only trust what it sees.
A silent refrain eases the blow, while feigned love
is to watch someone drown slowly in the waves of hope.
Think before you speak.
There are too many hearts lying on the seabed, broken open
by fake tokens of affection and lines played on repeat.
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October 2, 2024
October 1, 2024
Supposition
(written September 2024)
A sentence springs from your lips
The word “hope” opens the line.
Four letters give much scope for a reply.
But, it will never cover the same spectrum as,
“How are you today?”
The word “hope” already answers the question
without the need for investigation.
For sincere inquiry, place supposition to one side and
always read between the lines.
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September 29, 2024
Streets of Pain
I thought today I would share one of the poems from my upcoming new collection Pieces of Me.
But first I would like to say a huge big thank you to Nigel Byng who is helping me spread the word about this book, and also anyone who has shared the Amazon link!
Pieces of Me is not a pretty book of poems!
Unlike Ephemeral Encounters, there is nothing beautiful about the writing within.
It is my personal story of Domestic Abuse told through poetry.
The book is divided into three parts.
From the beginning of my relationship with my abuser, to me coming out the other side.
I often think Domestic Abuse is a no go subject for many writers, yet it is as widespread as cancer.
I am telling my story to give a voice to anyone in a similar situation, not for sympathy or glory but for hope and empowerment!
STREETS OF PAIN (Part one: Red Light Spells Danger)
With blisters on my feet, I walked streets of pain.
No sense of direction or notice of time.
Dead-ends.
Locked gates.
I heard your voice in the distance calling my name.
My pace was slow.
I was weary.
No one stopped to query if I was ok.
My mind in disarray.
I am to blame.
It is I who must change.
Too young to know the rules of the game.
So I kept walking until I could walk no more.
Then I lay down on the road and let you goad me again.
Streets of pain,
where the victims have no name.
You can Pre-Order Pieces of Me here
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September 26, 2024
My Malleable Heart
(written September 2024)
My malleable heart knows not when to
form itself into a rock.
Placed on a block to receive hammer blows,
it still works perfectly.
Tick-tock, it beats in time with the clock on the wall.
Perhaps a shock would cause it to stall.
Maybe then it would curl itself into a ball.
As I crash onto the jagged edges of a hard place,
my malleable heart knows not how
to feel anything less than deeply.
And that itself is a character flaw
which will one day kill me.
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September 24, 2024
Graveyard of the Past
(written September 2024)
A path to a graveyard contains nothing
more than ash.
Trees with overhanging branches, shadows
of the past.
Dead flowers adorn the sepulchres.
Rotting leaves carpet the earth.
We water the deadheads with our sorrow as we forage among
the soil.
Corpses of yesteryear we attempt to exhume.
Within tombs of memories, only pain you will find.
Relics of mistakes.
Allow the carrion crows to feast on the remains.
Nothing blooms from the seeds of yesterday.
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