RACHEL FOX
In space
There's a door at the end
I'm sure, quite sure
at the end of the corridor
It is open, I think
who knows, I know
but it doesn't say who it's for
Try it soon, push it now
hear the handle's sound
take a moment to see the way
Take a turn, listen true
as the days draw in
for they have so much to say
Messages
These days I spend much of my time
putting little boats onto the water
Some I paint green, others yellow
yellow like a painting on a nursery wall
Some I make strong and others quite useless
some I even sing to, though I know that's mad
I pick a chirpy tune, or a song with some gumption
and I croon to the boat as I sail it away
Death in your pocket
I thought there was something unsaid about you
and now I know it
you've been dead before
My death line is different but it runs fair deep
it lies with me always
metal plate in the head
And we are not the most obvious ghoulish types
we're not dressed to mourn
we take day trips out
But the shadows come and go, wherever we are
hours can hang heavy
life tempts with colours
Rachel Fox has a website with links to lots of her writing, blogs and related matters. She has self-published a book of poems called More about the song (2008) and a range of poetry postcards. She has also had poems published in various magazines including The Poetry Bus, Gutter and Pushing out the Boat.
