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.

Crazy

Prompt: Crazy

She spoke of charcoal lies and black beetle pies, of interstellar flight and the thesis she’d write. She ranted about spiders and how they’re entrapping the nation, and the plight of the seagulls that pillage the waste station. Her long fingered hands flew as she gesticulated admonitions, and used her cutlery to conduct invisible musicians. I watched as three perfectly spherical green peas rolled off the table in a bid for freedom, and I felt a curious empathy with them.