Cold Dark Matter, by Tina Cole

Cold Dark Matter

You have taken all the pieces of a shed
a lifetimes clutter, discarded, shut away, 
a nightmare buried dust deep in the corners of your head

and then you blew it up instead.
A wheel, a fork, the detritus of every day,
you have taken all the pieces of a shed,
 
the sight of it made me stop dead,
fractured fragments splintered every way
a nightmare buried dust deep in the corners of your head.

A hook,  an axe,  a dead baby’s bed
the, "Cold Dark Matter," of today.
You have taken all the pieces of a shed

trapped them with your dangling spider thread,
a freeze frame exploded every way,
a nightmare buried dust deep in the corners of your head.

I wonder what it is you dread
death, destruction, life in disarray?
You have taken all the pieces of a shed,
a nightmare buried dust deep in the corners of your head.

Tina Cole

Tina Cole was born in the Black Country and now lives in rural Herefordshire. She likes to write about people and relationships good or bad and poems inspired by works of art. Her published poems have appeared in U.K. magazines such as, Brittle Star, Creative Countryside, Poetry Café,Mslexia, Aesthetica, The Guardian newspaper and in several poetry collections. She is a member of the group www.borderpoets.org. In 2019 she won the Oriel Davies Writing Competition and the Welshpool Poetry Competition judged by Liz Berry. She has recently won the Yaffle Press Poetry Competition and was highly commended in the Candlestick Press call for poems on Getting Older!!! She is the organiser of the annual Young Peoples Poetry Competition – yppc2019.org.