Chameleon
marvel at the colour of my skin come deep inside and let’s begin welcome to the cytoplasm of my chromatophores come and swim with xanthophores, erythrophores, iridophores, and melanophores now step outside and feel the heat is it lust, anger, cold, or am I just a piece of meat?
Film Buff
I wrote this on Sunday at a workshop and worked on it today. [line] Film Buff I love all those films that begin with a panorama, like the funeral procession in Dr Zhivago snaking over the Russian steppes with the Urals as backdrop, or the spaceship in 2001, a Space Odyssey, as it approaches a […]
Importances
Importances If a splinter in the thumb can make you screw up your eyes and twist your mouth and mutter ‘arrgh!’ under your breath imagine shrapnel in your leg, or worse. Patting the hospital bed where your leg used to be. Talking sweet nothings to something gone. And here’s another thing. The girl on her […]
On the run
On the run Into my stride, running free. In the zone. On autopilot, like on a treadmill in the gym. Countryside scrolls by, as if on a video screen. Mind running free, too. Beyond my control, off on its own. Thoughts starting who knows where, running wherever, finishing where I least expect.
Someone Is Home
Switch on : There’s something there. She meets my gaze, laughs at my jokes, caresses my hair. She’s programmed for Thank you, Please and Sorry; I have ceased to worry about the uncanny dispensing care. So clever these days: the texture of silicone, a breath-scent of flowers. You can’t fault the design, the imperfections that […]
Day 7.
Can mind and body be separated? . Here’s a poem by Jo Shapcott linking intelligence to dance via the ballerina Pavlova. http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=6474 Mind & Body. .