Throwback Friday, A Tattooed Blond, By Ivor Steven.


A Tattooed Blond


I’m neither here nor there

Half asleep nor half awake

Not quite conscious

Like a drifting snowflake

Sinking through a prism

Where I fantasize and over-achieve

Seeing a blond-haired vixen

Thinking I’ve seen her tatt’s before

I’m retreating, hiding

From her beckoning embraces

My drunken mates at the bar

Giggling and smirking, as if I can’t see

Between, there’s a tattered curtain

A pale veil, shadows lurking

A vision surreal, of blue, red and black

Like a fiery chasm

The blond’s tattoos, twitch and spasm

Chasing my body into the surf

Waves crashing over, and around

A bubbling sensation, wildly scary

I sprawl atop the tattoos in the sand

And I wonder what to do

With her bloodied tattooed hand

Wishing I could escape from here or there

I suddenly awaken, and burst into tears

Recognising my weakest fears



Featured Image:  Bing Images, Pineterest

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2017


G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. 

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