On Repeat – A Poem For Valentine’s Day
Pluck this red rose, if you must,
unused silent marbles gather dust.
Pluck this red rose, can’t you see?
Your ex ghosted ten texts in a week.
Pluck this red rose, for more sex.
Mortal body pay it forward to the next.
Pluck this red rose, not a weed.
Love is a sexually transmitted reprise.
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Nikki
I live in Lancashire, in the North of England. I write for pleasure and to amplify people's stories who might not have such an equal footing in the mainstream media. Follow my blog, subscribe to my newsletter, join me to help build word-bridges between people, across the English Channel, over the Irish Sea and beyond the Atlantic Ocean. Oh you can hire me as well if you need words, because I really like helping people too :-)
I had my 1 mandatory day in work at Crewe today and the business has a Valentine’s menu. It’s garlic bread. Plus, cheese & mac. Brontë knew nothing.
Nothing more romantic than turning up day in day out day in day out and being there for people IMHO