kildas song

kildas song.

[ written by a wall, on the island overlooking the ocean ]


quarrels echo across the yard towards a large watery 

gate 

grey. figures turn; hiding their hands and run, 

as animals scatter with the wind that howls 

down the hill


women gather, and men glare behind vast whiskers.

in photographs heavy locks 

fasten decisions about the outside.


steve coel

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Microflashfiction - Steve Coel

Travel Notes.

...blasts on metal kits and clips of rubber on hackneyed 

streets...bottles drunk from damp fingers and hair touching 

woollen shoulders...toes shrunken in pebbles as lights 

flicker across pink water on grey boats and limp buildings...

flimsy machines collecting coins and live dreams from 

fragile bones, damp hands and nylon shoes.

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Frayed Trousers

Frayed Trousers

steve coel

it was always going to be the rings on his fingers. 

dead giveaway. 

every time.


not his car coat. not his appalling smile just before 

he lost it.

his cheap shoes, the shoes he liked a lot, and his too 

long frayed trousers, just seem to go unnoticed. 


strange that.


scam is what he would call it. is all.

people watch too much TV see.


so...just a few backhanders, a couple of meetings and 

the usual sealed envelope.

he didn't hurt anyone; anyone you'd care about anyways.


well, did he?


steve coel

Draft - Wolf Within [ 2016 ]

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