Yeah, sure, let’s celebrate

Prompt: ‘I’d worked that much out for myself.’ – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, J K Rowling

An opaque chunk
of rock, clasped in
greedy metal fingers,
symbolic of drama
and a sizeable new dent
in his pocket.

Oh, and love.

“We’re engaged!” she purrs,
glee and tawdry triumph
smeared across her face,
but I’d already worked that much
out for myself.

You wouldn’t understand

Prompt: ‘…the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.’ – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, J K Rowling

Stuck in suburbia,
defining average.
His world defined
by dramas beyond the ken
of mediocre housewives
working 9-5 jobs they hate.

“I can’t tell you,”
insisted, repeated, insisted.
“You’d never understand.”

I’ve felt suicide
shatter complacency.
I’ve seen tragedy’s desperate depths.
I’ve spoken of sex and abuse,
kinks and
tortured torments.

But I’m stuck in suburbia,
defining average.
I wouldn’t understand.

“Moist”

Prompt: ‘”Wet,” he said, truthfully.’ – Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J K Rowling

He draws it out,

s t r e t c h i n g it,
the tension building…

…until I snap.

…until I scream.

A smug smirk
slides across his face
as I shudder.

He knows
just
which
buttons
to push.

The Science Behind Why People Hate the Word ‘Moist’

Sweet As

Prompt: Rewrite one of your existing poems.

From the midst of a puddle of
vocabularic vomit,
I plucked the word that defined
the intangible,
the irresistible…

charisma

…and wondered
if I was the only one
who knew the truth –

that beneath the shiny foil
and the rich chocolate,
you’re just a marshmallow.

But I do love chocolate.

Everybody loves chocolate.