I trace the shape of you
with my eyes
with my hands
with my lips and tongue
I trace the shape of you
in my mind
in my heart
in my very being I let you sit
I trace the shape of you but
will not carve you in stone
The shape of you moves
the shape of you changes so
I will not carve you in stone
© Kait King, 2017
Her internal organs
were completely shoved
out of place
You couldn’t tell
where her eyes were
on her once
normal face
Her mouth,
no teeth…
although alive,
she had only 2
Her fingernails
held DNA
Her bruises spoke
in black
and blue
There was no weapon,
no club
no knife
Just pure
Red Rage
Rage enough
to steal
a life
Her family
yes, she has one,
Will have to hear
the tragic
news
of how,
in her relationship,
she was violently
abused
The children
saw
their father
as she was
twisted
punched and
burnt
It’s said she
stayed for
the children
Now, a lesson
sadly learned
And putting to
“Rest” their
Mother’s bones
So they look ahead
“Stay positive”
“You’re not alone”
“At least you have
a roof over
your head”
and face life
in a
foster home
While wishing
they were
dead…
Kait King 2020
Perhaps stop
splicing Elephants
to Faeries
and things of such
ridiculousness
Perhaps don’t bring
the Mammoth
back to life
as tempting as
it is
to be God
Perhaps the World
is perfect
the way
She is
the way
She works
And even better
without humans
Perhaps it’s
all as it
should be…
All that it is
Kait King 21/04/2020
“I am not thirsty –
I am the tall glass of water.”
Kait King 19. 12. 2024
If you can
allow yourself
to love me baby
I’ll hold you,
rock you,
Love you through every night
If you’re not scared to
show me baby
I’ll do my very best
to make it
all right
But I feel you haven’t
let go baby
And it’s not really all
about me
You have to let your feelings
show baby
You have to love me
or let me
be free
© Kait King, 2015
I so wish
I could have
been a better mum
But he still loves me
anyway
I see the photo
next to me
Colors blue and grey
you and I
Not much to spend
but time
and he still loves me
anyway
I feel I may have
failed you in
too many ways
to count
In spite of that
you are a beautiful
soul
and you still love me,
anyway
Kait King 16/7/2018
” Paper is
the bottomless
cup
I can pour
myself into “
© Kait King, 2017
What my pen is to paper
my heart is to mind
My pen carves a life
across pages of time
White paper speaks purity
a story untold
the cursor marks the spot
start writing,
Be bold
Kait King 2015
If I say that I don’t love you
will it make you stay
for another day
And if I pretend
that I really don’t care
would you want me more in the end
But the truth be told,
I cannot tell a lie
all of you just drives me
crazy
And for your love
I would surely die
Will you meet me there in the end?
© Kait King, 2015
Break my heart, why don’t you
I know you didn’t choose to leave
I don’t see you anymore
and it’s hard to believe
you’re not here
with me
now
I can’t hear what you say
your words are in the way
I know what you really mean
It is me
that you
don’t want to be seen
with
Break my heart, why don’t you
you’ve not told me what I want to hear
You’ve spoken to me and for you
it’s crystal
clear
But I keep hanging on
hope makes you all mine
but somewhere in my lonely heart
I know you
will fade
in
time
© Kait King, 2016
With a delicate stillness
and a quiet noise
with porcelain perfection
and perfect China poise
the body is supine
lying dead on the floor
supine in exsanguination
a choice to become Death’s whore
Ruby red your favourite colour
you wear it very well
although I won’t see you out much
a story we will tell
Did you get off scot-free?
Did you truly escape?
Or will you have to pay your dues
and return to this landscape…
© Kait King, 2015

At lunch today
I fell a little more
in love with you
Your smile grazes the
inside of my heart with
such passion
At lunch today
your blue eyes brighter
for seeing me
Sparkling over
sparkling water
with just a hint
of lemon
that cannot sour
our chemistry
At lunch today
while I watched you
talk
I followed your lips
watched your mouth
heard nothing
and thought just
about kissing
I love having
Lunch with you
© Kait King, 2017
I know you’re
With Mum, now
But I miss you
All the same
I miss your constant
meow
And calling out
Your name
I miss you, My Harry
Things are just
Not the same
You’re not lieing
upside down
On the driveway
Or being a
Major pain
I don’t fall over you,
Anymore
And the fridge hasn’t
Been scratched
In a week
I miss stroking
your old body
That once was young
And sleek
I miss your sweet face,
My Harry –
Your cookie-making paws
Your teapot curled
fluffy tail
And everything and more…
Kait King 20th of May 2025
In memory of one of the coolest cats I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a fraction of my lifetime with, but all of his. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I have a massive empty space I don’t know how to fill right now.
Good poetry is knowing when to stop the rhyme
Whether it’s two or two hundred
and twenty-two lines
© Kait King, 2015
