.his model shop. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

with great love and care ( adverb) he made them. each one             by hand.

most were killed before breakfast. visitors asked to see the bodies,  having

none, he imported them from abroad.                                    more  killed than

the somme. thousands after dawn.                         he has models now of dead

soldiers, some with arrows in.

small scene          first world war,                            glow in the dark.    memorial.

having spent time among his battles,   i went and ate a donut.           lovingly.


..parlay.. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

win or lose.                    hedge  your edge.

write of parlay.             slowly ending bet.

forbidden child!             drift into another.

world.                                               tabbed.

dice or other  games.

no one wins…..


:: birds sing :: by Sonja Benskin Mesher

she talked rapidly

about family,

history, opera, poetry.


i idled,

listened a bit,

eyed her clothes.


wished i dressed liked that,

treat myself,

et cetera.




she told me


her uncle,

in war painted

white crosses on men who deserted.


an aim for those

who shot them.


she said,

he was never the same after.




. magna carta . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

is left behind with tiny writing. salisbury cathedral.


the back way. written in latin for those who matter.


those words and those words

an historian uttered sent me reeling          outside.

where air is cleaner.


oh , by the way

left you both there too. were you trying to appease

the barons?


…this arid land… by Sonja Benskin Mesher

water flows down this valley. wind blows

round our houses.i have said it before.yet


seems that those who should know better,

talk of gods, may judge the             people .



live in remote places.


between mountain, sea.      the land becomes




this arid land.


. gentle . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

it has been so, so many years. dormant.


hurts and atrocities.


you did not know you said it.

did not remember.

did not mean it.


sixty years later, passed it forward

when you shouted.         this is how

things go                                   round.


for which i apologise.

hurts and atrocities.


.. murder .. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

they killed it.


without hesitation.


it glittered like starlight, fine, upstanding, an

example of friendship, solidarity. dead. they


killed it dead.


it shone with kindness and friendship

so they deliberately made it die.  now


they continue to murder what is left,

as they have done before.


it was a good thing.it was different. that


is all.


. deleted . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

should have gone deleted. you went and liked it, commented.


now is done,  we are  as exposed.

we are responding to the prompts.


reportage.  write again, tomorrow.


we are witness.

nothing is as it seems. there are enough disturbances in the world,

without another. stay under glass.


though it is a secret, we have none


. slabbed . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

lay dead . do not speak nor ask for   fear.

lay quiet. do not write nor tell. there    are

new shoes by the wardrobe.     at an angle.

still. do not move nor participate in  any


do not breathe, nor cry. there are    new

shoes by the wardrobe,            new shoes.


. in a word . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

Butchers used to hang their pigs (ham) by the tendons (strings) in the back of the knee. The Hamstrings are actually 3 different muscles that work together to extend the hip    and flex the knee.
Basically the hamstrings most important job is to make sure your leg doesn’t fly off your body when you run.
Yes, Found words with capitals. Then there are cheeestrings which i find taste of  nothing
in particular.
He was not tongue tied in the medical sesnse, he stammered and was bullied over it. While
I stood by with love and embarrasment .
We have since learned a thing or more.
Then there is the thread to consider,                             yet I understand that some use thorns.
Stories continue of bound feet and
He suggested that body dysmorhia may be at the heart of things.                                           bdd.
 I fear he may be right.
Research Albino.

. the civil war . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

i posted it, titled it.                                 civil war.

stopped and wondered how any war, any fight,

any death, anger and destruction. any child hurt.


can be termed, ‘civil’.


even with punctuation.




double meanings.



.dead. by Sonja Benskin Mesher



we walked on up near the copper mine , a darker place.                          got to thinking.




it comes as no suprise. often ill they die.                                   it is the way.     it is not sad.



we are sensed with  loss.                                                                                 that includes you.


he says that’s where the wind comes from,                                       to go most everywhere.




probably do not miss him.                       he was not around us much, well  not at all really.

he buggered off.   no inspiration then.                                                   yet.   he was my dad.




some day i will carry the bones inside.



.bad night dreaming. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low

over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.


all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.


grey.    nothing moves here no more.          no sighs.


they have forgotten us.        we have forgotten them.


are we  now the bones of what we were?


bad night dreaming.






.inauguration. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

sbm2aesthetic, showing the words for anaesthetic, little creatures placed

to sleep a while. on waking find that spelling is not so awkward now.


checked without books.           cover the title with rages and     kisses.


i see they use different gases all with difficult arrangements of letters;

there are crumbs under the keyboard. he did warn me. the w crunches,

it may be toast. while all around is                          aesthetically pleasing

clouds gather, we await the friday.


nothing matched #asemic

.children. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

stand back to spite the craving, look on as from afar.   people, some write hymns & mantra others watch tv, not the news.               oh no not the news, the truth is too depressing, a bit near the mark.



i guess yours sleep in bed, loved and cherished.                                              others love and cherish , yet their families sleep in mud,                                                                                                   on streets.


the words came suddenly. an odd day, no gentle people to woo thee, day of stress,      and horror, you watch the news.                                                         a day of reality, the reckoning that nowhere is safe.


come in dreams, the shape of your face remaining. there is a line now,        dreams and aspirations.   words and degradations.                                                                                   lines deepen, water etched.




the rain falls round our houses.




how small.

how white

the child,

skin rinsed

with tears.

salt in the wind.


. spider . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

a spidering across my face,  that mooned mirrored moment.


raising from sleep dreamed , dashed my hand to move it,


sadly this morning  find the remains stain, detritus with remorse.



radio news says the evacuation from aleppo is delayed.


history repeats itself.




. how to recognise holiday makers and other creatures . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

why will i want to or think of it

at all.                      in lower case.


aren’t we all    complementary,

designed with different features

and ramblings, not pausing for



we live in the country ; know that

all are different, enjoy a good time





aren’t we all in this together,     a

question with gritted              teeth

eventualities and commas.


do not worry over things. said this



all together.


the difference could make no difference.