I had a vertigo attack and crashed my head into a heavy oak table – quite disconcerting and painful. Probably ok now
poetry
napowrimo
Did I?
Did I love you enough?
That’s so hard to answer.
We all know it’s often the case
that an adoring lover might love too much.
I don’t think I did that,
But I certainly loved you a lot.
And I kept the promise I made
to love you all my life.
That’s the only answer I’ve got.
It repeats in my brain
My mother was a snob
She trained me to change my natural vowels
she trained me
she was a bit of a snob.
She wanted me to sound posh
My mother was a liar
she told so many lies
so many lies she told.
My mother often betrayed me
Betrayed me many times
Dropped me in boiling water
with her many lies.
I got the blame.
Because she was a coward.
I don’t want to be like her.
I’m not like her at all.
Not like her at all.
I still miss her
but I’m not like her at all.
Jump ~ a skipping rhyme
Trip to the hip hop
that big ol’ bop
Keep on jumpin
the beat don’t stop
Jump that rope
and land back square
Pig tails swinging
in frosted air
Jimmy stole your heart
But I don’t care
Out in the rain
I came round in a taxi to see you
I confess it was late in the day
The cold clay steps to your front door
Were partially crumbled away
I climbed up and rang the bell
You both came to the window and smiled
And went down to let me in
But you never came to the door.
I stood outside in the rain
I think you forgot I was there.
I knew all along you were already dead.
Revolting and Nasty
Slimey, incipidely white
is tripe
I don’t like paddywack
Kidneys smell of piss
Eat them if you like
But it would be remiss
To serve of them up to me
Oyster are sea salt and snot combined and drowned with horror
I’m not going to write a poem about disgusting things
Just because you want me to
It doesn’t mean I should
Or even could
Now that I’m feeling sick
Want some jellied eels?
Black Bear Weather
Dark clouds rolling, blown from the sea
Squatting like bears, on cold growling mountains
Moving inland in threatening drifts
Wind growing strong, bringing huge rains
Black bears running across the drenched plains.
Feel the updraught now?
I do
A silver line opens the westerly edge
As lightening cracks diamonds
Out on the ledge
The sky opens wide.
I am not scared, of angry old bears
or the coming of death
One day a wild twisting new wind
Will loosen my roots
And at the right time, on the right day,
It will fly me away
Romantic Poet
I don’t write with a swans feather quill
or suck pomegranate seeds with sensual pleasure
probing my tongue into the skin.
I stare out to sea waiting for words.
My paper boats go sailing upstream
partially envisioned
finally seen
as I pull on my boots
polish the leather
and tie up my laces with vanishing dreams
Nothing is ever quite what it seems.
Lost Boy
Those were the golden days
before the world turned round
and I fell hurtling through space
losing the grace of my self.
I hated school but I survived
because I knew who I was.
All summer we were free, you and I.
We ran from the gates and out to the fields.
You always hung on to my hand.
I didn’t want to grow up, but we did
and then I left you behind.
I never found that freedom again.
I am tired of explaining myself.
My world for years has repeatedly fallen down.
I have never grown wings
but I can fake flying if you promise to close your eyes.
Baby Blue
it’s cold in the wind
your skin is translucent blue
come into my house
i will bring you hot pottage
and wrap you in my wolf skin
The Dreaming Path 