Tuesday, 25 February 2020

On Our Watch
If it had been on his watch,
he would have seen,
he would have given the alarm,
would have been heard
and catastrophe would have been avoided.
She also was alert,
but it was not her watch
and no one heard her warnings.
On their watch we would have heard
the warnings.
But it happened on our watch
and we were sleeping.

Sunday, 23 February 2020

Half Light
The taxi's waiting
and it's getting light,
the half light
of day break.
And I'm ready
for the journey
into the brightness,
optimistic that
the daylight is coming.
that the taxi will take me
to a place where everyone
is in their place.
It’s a picnic.
A cloth spread out under a tree.
That's where we're going.
That's where we'll be.
A picnic in the sunshine
with sunny, smiling people.
But I have to stay awake
or I may not
get there.
Have to keep
my eyes open
to let in the light.
Stay awake
to open the door.
Get into the taxi
while it's still light
and hold the door open
for the rest to follow.
in the half light...
Is that the light leaving us.
Maybe it's the night
closing in on us,
the half light of evening.
Not the dawn,
but the dusk
enclosing me.
I am afraid.
I am afraid that
the taxi will leave
me behind
to a dark awakening
from the half light.
And when I wake
will it be light?
like the dream of a day,
or dark,
a dark nightmare.
Not a picnic.

Friday, 21 February 2020

Against The Tide
Will we wait for the tide to turn.
to carry us away
wave after wave
gathering up the debris
which surrounds us
sucking it up like so much dust
getting rid of it all,
everything going
with the flow
beneath the waters.
But not everyone.
Some of us will swim against the tide
take the risk
strike out
hold on
ride the waves
and survive the back flow.

Thursday, 20 February 2020

Snowflakes lit by sunbeams
blowing gently,
fragile as shadows
making rainbows in the sun.
Smiling in the soft light.
So soft.
So soft.
Catch them quickly in your hair
to melt them
while the sun
is still shining and smiling.
For only as long as it falls,
can the snow renew them
when they melt away.

Wednesday, 19 February 2020

So Many Words
It’s getting crowded
inside my head
with so many words
trying to sort themselves
to get out
of my head.
I should help them
but I can’t let them out
while they’re in such a jumble
and they can’t seem to put themselves
in order
I have to do that
or out
I have to decide
what to make of them.
They can’t seem to do it alone.

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Tuesday, 18 February 2020

My neighbour was sweeping up.
“Beware of earwigs,”
she said.
“they go in through your ear,
crawl round your brain
and tickle you to death”
Her name was Rosie.
She cleaned trains for a living.
No earwig survived where she swept.
Fortunately not many travelled by train.
My neighbour was sweeping up. “Beware of earwigs,” she said.

Sunday, 16 February 2020

Back Then
He was so exciting
back then
such a dresser,
quiff falling over face,
cigarette hanging from lips
cool, cool, so cool
back then.
And he found me exciting
he found me cool,
I was the envy of my friends
back then.
And now,
where are they now
that boy and girl
from back then.
Not here
sharing space
but remote
from each other
with uncool clothes
and uncool hairstyles
dreaming of what they had
dreaming of what they lost
dreaming of how they were
back then.