The Actress

I’ve played leading ladies

Put my soul to the test

And taken on roles

In life’s plays I know best.

I’ve put on the mask

Of the Goddess with ease

The dress of the harlot

Descended with sleaze.

I’ve played the black widow

The witch, femme-fatale

And spun such fine webs

With delusions that sell.

My role as the drama queen

Seduced me with flair

For the tragic, noblesque

I wore crowns of despair.

I have draped on the cloak

Of the widow, who mourns

For a lover unknown

Melancholic forlorn.

My angel of innocence

Sweet with delight

She’s danced as Salome

Lust, dark as the night.

Removing these masks

Used in life’s masquerades

Leaves me naked with fear

For my soul, bare is laid.

For the role of myself

Is the greatest I’ve played

Crowned with courage and love

The finest accolade. 

© 2017 Christina Thom

Love Song

 

Can I sing you a love song

I promise I’ll try

To keep it sincere

And not make you cry

A song about meeting

And talking and fleeting

Hellos and goodbyes

With eyes that don’t lie.

 

Can I sing you a love song

I promise I’ll try

To keep it sincere

And not make you cry

Hearts filled with joy

You’ll remember it well

The castles you built

The stories you’d tell.

 

Can I sing you a love song

I promise I’ll try

To keep it sincere

And not make you cry

The messages left

On the answerphone

When out in the party

With eyes that would roam.

 

Can I sing you a love song

I promise I’ll try

To keep it sincere

And not make you cry

Hearts that miss beats

Tripping over your words

In a bid to sound calm

Under pressure, absurd.

 

Can I sing you a love song

I promise I’ll try

To keep it sincere

And not let you cry

Well silence is golden

And so they say

There’s love in the space

Where my presence once made.

 

© 2017 Christina Thom

Summers

Scent of grass that’s freshly cut
The colours burst to lift my heart
Dragons snap with Holly’s hock
The Dandy’s lion, the Roses rock
Ice cream drips on stones and sand
The towels and lotion, waves in motion
Boats and gliders, guards on hand
Wicker baskets, cakes and tea
The blankets spread, the grasses green
The ducks need feeding, Cabbage Whites,
That spread their wings, Catch rays mid flight

© 2017 Christina Thom

You

When darkness came

And I descended

Drunk in sorrow

Never ended

I called for you

To shine your light

I called for you

To make it right

When shards of glass

That passed for tears

Fell from my eyes

Those wasted years

I called for you

To shine your light

I called for you

To make it right

And When I stumbled

On my knees

Searching for some

Way to please

I called for you

To shine your light

I called for you

To make it right

And when my mind and body broken

Screamed for love

For some small token

I called for you

To shine your light

I called for you

To make it right

© 2017 Christina Thom

Goddess

Bare lust in the frantic storm

Crushed the petals of the moon

That lay upon the rocks beneath

Their writhing bodies did beseech

Her mercy from their love.

From Their worship of the Goddess rose

A wanton symphony of moans

Delirious with a thousand visions

Of her beauty as foretold.

Languid pools, her gaze did fall,

Upon their writhing bodies whole

Immortal raptures left them breathless

Weeping for their souls.

They knelt before their Goddess just

And prayed for their redemption thus

And neath the ever shimmering hills

Majestic curves and slithering limbs

They felt the longing from their souls

For freedom from her mortal folds.

Medusa they did cry in vain

As man to stone, desire enchained

Upon the rocks beneath her gaze

Did lay entwined, till none remained.

© 2015 Christina Thom

Props

  

Why waste your time with the slap and the tan

The nails and lashes that part with your cash

The heels and the weave leave your image downmarket

But where would you park it?

But where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

The Check on the cap and the Polo player’s

A touch on the large side for climbing the ladder

Success is the number of images snapped

Wearing Gucci from Croydon and Hunter’s while shopping

For garms that you’ve seen on celebs that they’ve papped

But where would you park it?

Where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

Your pocket, the wallet, the props say you’ve got it

They sell you the wedge, the flare and the silver

To make the men swoon, bend over and over

In heels that skyrocket, the thong and the wax,

The rack that the Swiss man designed on the max

But where would you park it?

Where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

Gossamer sheer and Shellac on the back,

Of acrylics you bought, that say  that you’ve got

The right ticket to ride, up the tower of gold,

Pimp yourself to the hilt and now try to relax

‘Cos it’s all in the walk, and the dip of your hip

The look in your eye and the gloss on your lip

But where would you park it?

Where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

© 2014 Christina Thom

My Love

And as the darkness came she lay

On flights of fancy did she sway

With thoughts of him who came and touched the corners of her soul

Be still he whispered tenderly

She wept and held him close to feel the

Skin on skin and scent she drank

Till all was left was morning light

And in the memory of his touch

She dwelled in visions of her love

Whose voice would sooth and melt her till she bathed in rapture so

© 2012 Christina Thom