One Poem by Simon Daley

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Red on red

I used to be.
I am no longer
me, not all of
me, just the bits.
You no longer see,
what once grabbed,
what held your eye.
My lips are muted,
my breasts folded away.
You can still find
my skirt to lift,
my legs to part.
Take what is yours.
Take what is left.


Simon Daley is a police officer who aspires to write poetry that people are glad they read. He is studying creative writing with Open University. He may never be published but can live with that. He lives in Scotland between houses and a campervan and misses his daughter terribly.

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