Right Now
Right now would be good.
If you don’t mind.
I’ve been waiting a while.
A typhoon of time.
Awful, rolling hills and burning distant meadows.
Gut spills and floating shadows.
Pink clouds in the city, edged with dirt.
Sweat stains in the armpits of my shirt.
And a chill.
Reflecting
All of it.
Any time soon.
If you could hurry it up.
It’s been forever since I felt stable enough.
The moon is mad,
pouring mustard across my cheeks when they are wet.
I tend to fret.
Lest the blinking stars
Reflect
All of me.
I thought I was waiting
for something.
But no. It’s just part of the game.
Like Twister.
Sometimes you’re stuck, in a position of pain.
And then suddenly you’re arching and warping
and dancing to the music.
It’s all fiction
And we’re are all stories
Reflecting
All of everything.
Danielle Pegg has been published by Forward Poetry, United Press and Chuffed Buff Books and was long listed for the Great British Write Off 2014. She blogs at www.daniellepegg.co.uk You can follow her via twitter @scrambledpegg.