Breaking Chains (Prose)


Melded personality unrecognisable
from the person that I was
it seemed only moments when
deciphering me wasn’t possible
chained, your shackles left no room
for movement ~ for me to be myself
without a smile I bid hello to mornings
blew goodnight kisses to the moon
with loss in my eyes

how did I let this happen
as if I was invisible
no thoughts, no rhyme or reason
allowing my identity to vanish
but I’m here, trapped, exploring
ways to escape without a broken heart
ungluing myself from your control
my existence does not need your breath
to smile once more at the moon and sun

to take the me from us

©jmtacken 21 Oct 2013

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Burnt Offerings (Prose)


I walk a candle in summer rain umbrella’d by my free hand
hot wax drips against my palm
yet I’m indifferent to pain
northerly winds dance around my ankles, languid
as the Koi that circle in your pond
trespassing your land, forbidden territory
relinquishing fears; heart beats strong
scrunched piece of paper your last words to me
the page of ink runs ~ similarity

indecipherable ‘nothings’
a goodbye of yours escorts my steps
a minute or two your memory will be doused
corridors of feelings
I wasn’t good enough; you weren’t
a flickering candle these scrawled words that you wrote
a more fitting end …is it not
I walk away no one bearing witness to the
pleasure in my smile, northerlies pick the flame
embers scorch arid wood
the doors securely locked
you forgot I had a key


I know umbrella’d is not a word – but I put it regardless of it’s correctness.  🙂

I would also like to thank those who enquired about my absence and me the last couple of days.