Forgetting
One by one people slip away like grebes in quarry water. You gutter in the wind and pass, without expression, the bleeding yew and the windmill on the hill. Our best picnic place. You have folded in on yourself. You are not the you, you used to be. The topography of your hours has […]
Looking back
Who spoke first? I forget where, or when. Now, I am learning to forget that moment when your eyes asked me.
Grandfather
Grandfather Begin to wonder if he’s in, no answer to my knock. Knock again, then see him approaching through the frosted glass. He opens the door: my grandfather. A great grandfather, my children love him, too. Looking tired, distracted, old. He is old. Over ninety. But I’m a little concerned, he’s lost weight, more dishevelled. […]
Sorry
Sorry,I’ve forgotten your name but the face is a face that I know; it seems such a shame to see you pass by without a hello. In my dreams I remember the swing of your hips, the smell of your hair, your lips as you smile. Perhaps we could meet up one night at our […]
Why can’t everyone think like me?
It did come from the prompt, honest. I was thinking forgetfulness, remembrance… and then got taken over by, well, silliness… Why can’t everyone think like me? That way there’d be no need for red poppies. Nobody would look with laser beams of lust over next door’s wall. No need for word salvoes, everybody deafened […]
To Dad
This is a poem I wrote yesterday in a workshop with Kim Moore at the Ilkley Lit Fest. Why have I used a weird PDF viewer I hear you ask. Answer: because of the indented line which I can’t replicate using the WordPress editor. OK, so it’s posy, so well, hmm. If anyone else feels […]
Day 6.
Before I forget, there’s Billy Collins. http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=6482 Forgetting – intentional, unintentional or just age? .