Surrender by Lisette R. Auton

It is not giving up.

That’s what they told me. That’s what they tell me.

It is not curtailing your spirit

your life. Your



need for children

need for sex



living it is not giving up they say as they shower and put on their makeup and smarten up and walk outside to the taxi to the hot noisy bar to the shagging to the passing out,

to the hangover.

It is not giving up. Just lie there with your feet up.

I washed your dressing gown. Curl up there.

We will be home soon and you will not have moved or lived.

Go to war and fight for me by Lisette R. Auton

Go to war and fight for me

I’ll house you in a substandard property with magnolia walls in every room that

eat your voice,

keep you buried in the gloom of other women’s glares.

Coffee mornings and his rank is yours

the stink of lost men clings to the room and you all pretend

it is not clawing at the edges of your skirts

like the children do on the school run,

to the one the settled folk avoid.

Keep those spaces safe for itinerant mothers pulled at the whim of a

game of Risk played in chesterfield leather boardrooms

from Churchill’s days.

They don’t see what we see, they do not look and

you are invisible.


I fake overtime hours to save my holiday for summer sun and far away beaches

(but not Cyprus, I’m not that cruel, yet)

and two weeks stolen Christmas bliss with my family tight safe close,

no barbed wire gates and mirrors under cars forgotten while

crackers bang, not bullets.

Not IEDs taking legs and fathers.

We lock the doors for Xmas Nibbles and Drinkies

while you with your magnolia walls and no family close shout at the kids

who just want their daddy,

sick of fucking daddy daddy daddy,

his choice,

his sweat dripping as he stands to attention in blistering heat

while you admit defeat and slam in a ready meal


Merry Christmas.


Lisette R. Auton lives in a land-locked town in North-East England. She has a BA Hons from Leeds university in Theatre Acting: Devised Performance which taught her how to be a tree. An MSc in Youth Work and Community Development followed which did not further her tree-based education. As part of a mentorship programme with Writers’ Block North East she is working on her first novel for middle-grade readers and is Writer in Residence for the Middlesbrough Institute of Modern Art (mima). She works as a writer and facilitator with socially excluded communities and identifies as a disabled dog-loving feminist.