Holly Magill – three poems

Lost

In regretful morning
she had no choice

than to borrow
a pair of his too-big socks
to get home. And to spring

for a taxi: he had no cash.

He proffered the socks
like a rescuing
prince,
then turned
out his pockets
clown-style,
with hangover eyes.
He
wanted to spend more

time, to take her to lunch,
a sweet peace
offering
for her lost shoes,
vanished
by his housemate,
as a “joke”.

But he was financially
embarrassed. Bereft.
He so wanted to be
with her

if she’d pay.
He’d make it up to her
next week, he swore.


Sunburn

Always a sensible girl.
I never expected
to burn so quick.

The
decisive line
where my sleeve ended
and the redness began
was the start
of it.
Then scorching raw
across my collarbones.

Now all coddled up.

Jumper-muffled.
It’s permanent,
fever-heated,
half a calendar past,
in
drearest February.

I was caught off guard
that day with him:
it looked
too cloudy
to need proper protection,
especially in Aberystwyth.

He
kissed a sneak
of escapee ice cream
from my wrist.
Seagulls guffawed.

Sun breaking through,
unnoticed.

And so I did. Burn.
The mark is still
there.
Though he doesn’t feel
the warmth anymore.


Diminishing

You cover your glass:
thanks,
but you’ve had enough.
He presses you
with the dessert menu:
“I
love to see a girl
with an appetite.”
Refills your glass.

The bill is
folded discreet
and topped by two mints,
like foil-wrapped nipples:
he
wets his lips, lays down
plastic.

Waves away your wallet:
“What kind
of gentleman
would that make me?”

“Besides,” his hand
at the small of
your back,
intimate like a cattle prod.
“It’s an investment.”

In the
cab’s rear-view he shrinks,
empty-handed on the pavement.


Holly Magill is a poet from Worcestershire. She has a BA in Creative Writing from the University of Birmingham and has had poems appear in various publications, including Lunar Poetry, Nutshells & Nuggets and The Stare’s Nest. She likes snoods, cats and strong tea above most things. Holly blogs at https://hollyannegetspoetic.wordpress.com/

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5 thoughts on “Holly Magill – three poems

  1. Robert Nisbet April 23, 2015 / 8:22 am

    I very much enjoyed this batch. The structures and movement were simple enough, I dare say, but I really liked the mood of the poignant, the bitter-sweet, and its under-scoring by a gentle humour.

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  2. JunkChuck April 23, 2015 / 1:32 pm

    I like the first one in particular–but they’re all good. And thanks for the link, Holly–I like this site.

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  3. Peter Adair April 23, 2015 / 1:59 pm

    Liked the fairy tale prince leaving his socks. Sad, funny. Admired the precise, lucid style of these poems.

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  4. hollyannegetspoetic April 24, 2015 / 3:54 pm

    Thank you for all the “likes” and comments folks – very much appreciated. Glad to have my little poems here alongside so many excellent poets.

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