RECENT POEMS AND STORIES

Deep

By Denise Carruthers | 24th June, 2019

He prays for a sign So deep as life’s mystery Frogs croak in the pond

B Spot

By Denise Carruthers | 18th March, 2019

?????? He who craves honey. From best tasting flowers. Must find the bee spot.

Do you do drugs like drugs do you

By Denise Carruthers | 10th March, 2019

Painting highs as cowslips low yellow meadows, buttercups & wattles waltz by lil posy primroses. But poppy wants her opium Mary Jane her green Salvador does dilly dali painting plants unseen. No hero in coke Anne’s addiction Her bong goes skiffle & she skedaddles To string the dust motes, sing syringes Cooking pot in dirty…

Dark knight

By Denise Carruthers | 9th March, 2019

Let the dark speak its comfort in the arms of the night. Gallant whispers lay the cape covering my fright. Be the hush of quiet Genteel be the hands that carry me. Take me in the darkness Make love to my dreams.

Spring

By Denise Carruthers | 2nd March, 2019

Today I am all tree, the withering leaf, the letting go. My breath is a swallow My reach, the sky & yesterday rooted in history. Wherever love scents my branches, Spring blooms & wisteria winds.. The tendrils of my heart.

Scent

By Denise Carruthers | 22nd February, 2019

After awhile she sorted the clothing. That’s where she found him, as if he’d waited there, to be unpacked His last possessions, an old worn singlet once close to his heart. The essence of him now pressed to her own. In the mingled scents she could smell the love.

So in love

By Denise Carruthers | 20th February, 2019

Measure love by the length of her longing. In yearning years her pillow dreams. By stitching clouds & patchy rain, she keeps the comfort of the sky. The moon can’t always guard her night & who can count on stars. Not she. Just time with him, tattooed in heartbeats.

sing me my child

By Denise Carruthers | 15th February, 2019

I will sing my child a song of flowers. I will weave her a lei to wear in dreams. I will lay her down in a garden bed. open her eyes to the deeds of the dead, fables fed from time immemorial. Love lies n lullabies n white lilies, with such clouds will I fill…

Grim

By Denise Carruthers | 25th January, 2019

At first, my clock was slow. Its tick afar, its tock a lil further. Then time stood still. A voice from long ago. The devil, daemon, the hot one from Hades. A second hand beats a reminder. He comes for my soul & soon. Fear is a breath away, a shifting shadow…

Be not too hard…

By Denise Carruthers | 24th January, 2019

Softly impressionable, pliable. Willing to please, my love is like a bough. A willow’s whim bending only so far. Touch me as I bloom with your tenderness. My heart belongs without breaks & bruises. Let’s be as a tree Me, a leaf falling & you, as a branch letting go. Love lean on me.

Denise Carruthers

Poet @cattykoala

I’m autumn years with winter closing.
Life undressed me.
What leaves gains rhythm.
As writes,
Dirges for my destiny.
Urging me to tell my tale.
Before that swan sings grace.
Let me my pen;
Flow as to flower
As seasons to spice.
Salt holds my lot & makes my reason
To live