Battersea

The relentless pounding missing someone carves into your soul.

Battersea

 

An urge

An ache

A flowerbed

How can I rest

My weary head

So much to do

My body says

The garden of advantages

Make earthly pains

And faded blooms

On empty tables

In empty rooms

 

Bursting forth in

Riotous hue

The gifts I have

Prepared for you

A hope alone

Strung out on stars

The weeping moan

Wrought from guitars

 

Steam and tears

The teapot’s kiss

The things of yours

That strike and miss

My restless dreams

And knotted time

Are all that you

Have left behind

 

-Zoe Richardson (2025)

 

Author's Note

Battered hearts keep on beating, just the same.

Reviews

[red93]

Battersea has good memories for me personally - I mean the area in London England of course. I like very much how you have put this together. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Neville]

that ache you so deftly allude to most definitely permeates write through and so very deservedly from beginning to end .. Neville

[Zoe Richardson]

Someone challenged me to come up with a poem based on some random words. This is the result. Sometimes you have to stop thinking and just write. I am glad you enjoyed my words and shared your appreciation.