Time flies

Time Flies, Somewhere Somebody Dies…..

Bracing myself
For the terrifying ravages
Of daily life
The deep dissatisfaction
Of food shopping
Account paying
Who will
If I don’t
Yet, where is there time
To dream
Live life fully
The bed needs fresh clean linen
Weeks ago
Days of dishes
Piled neatly in the sink
No time for Art
For writing the words
Cluttering my mind
Like a swarm of bees
As I think…..

Soft grey clouds
Of shed hair
From cats and dog
Drift about the floor
While I dream of
Culloden moor
Jamie and Claire
How will they fare
And Iris’s want gathering
To plant before
Night falls
My heart calls out
In desolation
For maybe rather
A wild nesting place
Than this domestic socalled grace……

Nick Cave mourns in
Deep soft tones
His heart ‘s love’s
Long Black Hair
And I care
For all and every living soul
While dwelling in
My prison hole
Of hard won security….

Why me
Who’d live like
Beloved Ravens on the wing
Harsh voice broken
As I forget to sing
For daily duty calls
I sip a fiery taste
Of single Malt
Butt out my cherished
And get up
Go out the door
Armed with Iggy Pop
And Lust for life
To fortify me
Against mediocrity
And so
Food shopping
Accounts paying
Into the car
I go

MargaretArlen , Winter 2016


UNDRESSED, unshowered, unlikely…..
It’s mid afternoon
Cramped hands
Anxiety ignored as I continue to compile my Poetry
Into Book form
Writing my life’s work down upon the page….
Feeling stressed but exultant….
I will still have gut eating debt
My house will forever need cleaning
But, but….
What if I ignored the need….
It would be as if I never

August 2017

Night sounds

A sudden downpour

Falls heavy on my roof

Way in the distance

A dog barks

And then another

Calling out across the rooftops

A train passes through

Distant rhythmic rumble


The rain is gone

Dogs are quiet

The frij hums

MA©️ May 2013


You big bold bird

Strutting, cawing, muttering

Fluffing your feathers

Under a tree

You don’t see me

But I see you

And laugh


You in handsome plumage

Black as night

You don’t take fright

In this concrete wasteland

I see you there

Being Crow, nothing more

As supermarket shoppers

Slam their doors

Rev their motors

And roar on by


They don’t see

As I do

I see you


MA©️ March 2016