Poems by Natalie Peterson

footsie tootsie

It’s this summer

Such a scorcher

Such a burner

Such extreme whether

Get a thermometer

Visualise our temperature

Hope it gets cooler

I know that a shower

The intensity will be over

This heatwave could on forever

It’s gone to September

Enjoy it whilst you can

Cause it will soon be winter

Forget about throwing teddies out of the pram

It’s this summer

Buy some rubber

Wear a bit of leather

Role play in our drama

Have you on a platter

Together we are in the mix of a food processor

We could now have some chowder

I be the power

Who’s gonna be the superviser

Be the toaster

Plug you into my socket

Cause we are playing cricket

the tide

The tide

The tide

The tide

Washed aside

And it’s so wide

Watch how the tide goes

Watch how the tide rose

I’m soaked to the bone
watch the tide as the wind blows

Washed up ashore

Whether warnings that’s the law

It’s for your own safety

Fair enough don’t listen to me

The coast guard gonna unearth a body

Not any ol’ body

Yours maybe

Whats the cause

Maybe climate changes

Whats the flaws

Must be the new ages

The tide is like the mind

Upset by the internal eye

If only i could find the time

To find the reasons why

I’m so moved by the tide

Drip drip drip is the non- dry

Issues infectious like sty

Sure to attack

Keeps on coming back

Keep stinging

Keep burning#

Keep tingling#

Keep oozing

Niggling in my head

Like traffic lights keep  seeing red

Those that had an effect

I’ll stop them dead

Still reeling

Still bleeding

Like wounds the majority of them open up but can yet heal up

poltergeist perfume

The rising sun

Never glum

Yeah the birds did hum

The grandfather chimed

The time is all mine

Such faint breeze

The pollen did tease

Spritz a little in the air

Knowing you are there

I know your presence

Cause I could smell your essence

Apparitions reflecting in my mirror

Why must I need a atomiser

You come available in different scents

To my expense

Your all I can possibly wear

Can’t bear  to share

All of this wear is like tearing out my hair

It’s like an angle with a rod scrabbling over chips and cod

Wanted you close

The delicacy of a feather to my toes

Thrashing my house everytime I was out

Neighbours wondering what’s all that racket

I‘ve already left the house

Don’t be upset with the priset

Be upset with me

It was whom who set the ceromony