Poetry by Jacqui Liddle

Jacqui, originally from Newcastle and now teaching in South London, has a delicious feminine perception coupled with a biting Geordie wit.

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Barbie's Belly
Outside floors
Easter Bunny Biscuit
Tiger Dreams
Tale of the dog
An actor Fell Out Of a Play

The Grass may seem greener while you're eating the cake

Opportunity

Barbie's Belly

Barbie, Barbie, Barbie.
Oi you! Rapunzel type
Give us a lend of ye body
one Saturday night.

Gimme, gimme, gimme
ye skinny belly.
I'm sick of the one that's made
for eating in front of the telly

And there'll be no need for these
"sensible legs"
when I'm wearing your petite
"fall over feet"

And what about that rubber arse!
And how about that rubber arse?

© Jacqui Liddle 2002

Outside floors

I clearly saw, when I was four,
that it was all the world
I scraped with lolly sticks
off outside floors

An amorphous lump,
a grit-ridden blob
camouflaged shell,
hard and grey,

a disguise for the mundane everyday

But, for the inquisitive explorer,
an amazing bubble pink aura
Stubbornly retaining its essential smell
though trodden and trodden and trodden so well

Soft and exciting underneath
A resilient, recyclable, elastic treat

© Jacqui Liddle 2002

Easter Bunny Biscuit

Easter bunny biscuit
you taste so sweet

I'm sorry biscuit bunny
but I'll have to eat your feet

Chocolate eye, so anxious and worried,
a psychological trick I'd better eat it quick!

© Jacqui Liddle 2002

Tiger Dreams

I really tried to keep the tiger out
but he poked his fluffy paddy paws
through cracks and gaps of warping doors

He knocked and kicked
and scratched and knocked
at broken, jelly bolts and locks

I really tried to reason
with his razor claws and drooling teeth
but despite my moans and endless groans
he clawed and sucked my broken bones

© Jacqui Liddle 2002

Tale of the dog

On a park bench
a stranger next to me
a dog actually

Didn't strike up a conversation as such
Yet I knew that he knew
I was living a dog's life too

He had a superior eye
that told he'd learned, quicker than I,
not to piss into the wind

How I admired the sincere
inhumanity of his wagging tail

© Jacqui Liddle 2002

An actor Fell Out Of a Play

An actor fell out of a play
One dry day

At the bus stop he landed -I'd swear!
And his hair
down the back of his face
dancing with wet

Had he run from a slapstick
after the bucket of the water
to void a poke in the eye?

Or had he missed his curtain call;
a cameo cloak and dagger role?

Or is this the secret hiding space
behind the magician's wall?

With props and a portrait (a classic dramatic)
he sprung onto a bus
with break-a- leg gush

Then he spat out of the window
to rehearse "Au Revoir" and to wish himself luck.

© Jacqui Liddle 2002

The grass may seem greener while you're eating the cake

Cynics may say,
at the end of the day,
that a clit in the hand
is worth more than two fucks in the bush.

But I'll never give up
that pointless push
to find another useless fuck

Cos I counted my chickens
and none of them hatched
but there's plenty of pigs
flying over that greener grass

Its six to two threes
if you do it with me
But my cake? - I'll expect you to eat it

© Jacqui Liddle 2003

Opportunity

This is your window of opportunity
Every 365 weeks
That is - no more than - .003 times a week

I'll repeat
no more than - .003 times a week
we'll meet to feast on vacuum pie

In this window of opportunity
a space the size of a postage stamp
That is - two vodkas long by one fuck wide and no emotions high

Just time to say -
Hello, fuck you and - goodbye!

© Jacqui Liddle 2003

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