Lupus Bites Poem by Iris Carden Days of fatigue nights full of pain Lupus is snarling as she slinks back again. I live with the wolf, she says in my ear, Your life is now mine, I’ll always be here. She takes such delight in tormenting her prey and oh what surprises she brings day…… Continue reading Lupus Bites
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Mr Bumpy is Human
Mr Bumpy is Human Poem by Iris Carden Today I’ll be a human, because that’s what I choose. I’ll start my day with coffee, and I’ll watch the TV news. I won’t go to the garden to just to lie out in the sun, and I won’t go climbing tress, even though it’s lots of…… Continue reading Mr Bumpy is Human
Princess
Poem by Iris Carden Collar bell jingles, soft paw pats her ball, Princess is playing her way down the hall. She wiggles her bum as she targets a pounce, knocks things off the shelf to see if they bounce. She leaps into a lap for a moment or two, but can’t stay there when there’s…… Continue reading Princess
Lifters and Leaners
Lifters and Leaners Poem by Iris Carden The phrase “lifters and leaners”, divides the bad from good, but who does the heavy lifting and who just leans on whom? Who provides the labour that makes the economy turn? And who rakes in the profits, those labourers have earned? Who helps lift the poor, out of…… Continue reading Lifters and Leaners
Held Up In Transit
Poem by Iris Carden My world came crashing down, the day my coffee maker died. I spent a day in shock, and periodically, I cried. Then the answer came to me, just before the day was done. I couldn’t live without good coffee, so I’d buy another one. I didn’t have the cash. I did…… Continue reading Held Up In Transit
History
History Poem by Iris Carden How will history remember our times? How will our story be told? Will it recall how people lost their minds and hoarded toilet paper like a dragon’s gold? Will tomorrow’s people understand the fear of those who were vulnerable, who were weak or sick or old, when life seemed so…… Continue reading History
She is Me
She is Me Poem by Iris Carden She is five, a seemingly innocent child dressed up like a little princess. She lives in an adult world, The person closest to her age that she knows is the bogeyman who lives in her home and uses her body as a plaything. She has constant nightmares, both…… Continue reading She is Me
Thoughts in an Old Cemetery
Thoughts in an Old Cemetery Poem by Iris Carden I walk between neglected plots the soil now housing the dead, As I note the names, the stories and dates, Odd thoughts appear in my head. A metre by two and another two down, Is their final, their permanent, home, Whatever in life they thought they…… Continue reading Thoughts in an Old Cemetery
Love in Every Stitch
Hands and yarn and needles in a ballet of creation.
Introducing the Podcast
I am starting to create a podcast out of my short stories and poems.
Iris Carden, Author 