Street lamps and freedom of thought (Prose)


take me away, a walk at night
down tarred streets
under subtle street lamp glows
where dancing moths swirl
randomly in the breeze
breathe essences of flowers, with closed eyes
drawing scents underneath my skin
perfumes greater found in nature
as are moments, we remember
on summer nights with hands clasped tight
resting a head upon your arm

for there are times when escape is deemed
the necessary, to unfurl our minds in
beads of warm night air
to let our minds run free
from knots that bind inside our ribs
that lead to trepidation
when it’s simply our over thinking
of the ‘what could be’
and can we stop the process
only if and when we choose
a walk on balmy nights
helps to free my worries loose

©jmtacken 16/11/2013

Mischief – (Prose from 3 words)

mischief, mayhem, revelry. These 3 words are from Beth at
This perhaps is not what you are use to my readers - 
but this is how my muse directed me. 

Prostitute Approaching Car on City Street

sounds of revelry 
the night
split skirts
ride high on corners
trading skin for money

eyes of youth through
windows stare to lie on backs
open legs - knees bent


 ~ but never kiss

the lowly have it tougher
battering or death, risks
lined up on the street 
calling 'honey what you want'

are they empty


the little girls they were
and how they sell themselves
exhibiting their wares
but who am I to judge

the top girls don't have corners 
there's no mayhem in their world
unlike the street lamp hussling
tease and flaunt their 'goods'

they do 'a job', as I do mine
and who am I to say
this is how they live their life
from day day

©jmtacken Sept 2013

Feel free to pass on 3 words :-)