Creative Coping


Mary
July 14, 2009, 9:27 pm
Filed under: childhood, happiness, home, love, memories, nature, strength | Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

Mary moo Mary

You were there

When the blossom

Came, Mary you

Were there when

The winter

Went, Mary you

Are here just like

A Gran.

Standing ironing

Sitting moaning,

Laughing, crying,

Listening to ‘Lipstick

On your collar,’

Telling tales from

The betting shop or

You and Marge’s

Latest trip to Wimpy,

 Brian, Moreen

Leighton,

Patrick the Irish

Queer next door.

Have some more

Cream slice,

Bread pudding,

You’ll buy four for

For me,  ‘Only a paahnd

Fifty’, to take home.

Or pie and mash for sister.

YOu? No, no you

Don’t eat like

You used to,

In the caravan,

Round, happy,

Just the sun and

Slot machines and

Walks along

The sea, girls

On leads, so’s

We dont ‘draaan’.

 

Please remember,

We thank you

And love you like a

Gran.

Grand old Mare



Girl in 5 parts
June 11, 2009, 6:51 pm
Filed under: growth, healing, love, nature, pain, regression, shame, strength | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

1.

My name is girl

My age is when

I feel the day

My height is fringed

With misty things, the haze

That surrounds all,

Air , or something like it,

Electrical.

Part 2.

My fate is but a worm

Squirming in the sand

Beneath an apple on the

Beach.

My rubbery coil senses Autumn’s

Mellow fruit but feels

Only grit and cigarette ends,

Yellowed with spit

And the odd spat of sea.

Part 3.

My Date is a round

Can of something fizzy,

A man, who’ll pop

And bubble over

With sense and tunes

Told well, with confidence

Like some voluntary tramp.

Part 4.

My ache is a bell

Bent out of shape

Chord twanged by the wrong

Hand. Who”s hand?

Who cares? Lets fix it,

If it’s copper it’ll meld well.

Part 5.

My tune is a song

Soldered on to the side

of my liver, an odd

Audience, granted,

But keen, it knows exactly

Where I’ve been and what

Deals Life’s dealt.

No, livers make grand audiences,

They’ll tell you whether or not

You were truly magnificent,

With their view from the stalls.



Someone or a Tree
January 27, 2009, 10:08 pm
Filed under: love, nature, Uncategorized | Tags: , , ,

 

Tree me up
Free me up
Let me lean on
Something stronger
Than a pole
In a bus or 
Moving escalator rubber.
 
Shade my heart
Let me feel the
Warmth of bark,
Not the scorch of sun.
 
Let me run my
Fingers deep
Along your lines
And know the shape of time.


5 Second Romance
June 13, 2008, 7:05 pm
Filed under: hair, health, love, shame, thrill | Tags: , ,

Pulsing frame cool against

My hot cheeks burning through

Finger cage of cupped hands.

Fringe spilling over hands held

High to keep out awkward offered affection.

Fringe gaping to expose the shame of

An exaggerated forehead.

With mis-placed hairs in mind

Hot cheeks singe and

The current is fused.

Now, Mascara’s tracks are blurred to bruises

And smiles flake the face,

Like butter too cold for bread.

 



Warm Heart
May 28, 2008, 8:26 pm
Filed under: eating, food, happiness, healing, health, hope, love, thrill | Tags: , , , , ,

Happy day started at night for me,

Whether from pills or injections

Or Prunes and live yoghurt

Makes some difference,

But not too much.

Am I in control or merely

A passenger in a rusty car

Fuelled by pharmaceutic diesel

And in need of repair and care?

 

Bathe me in water and leave me

To dry in the sun.

Take me in before I fry but

keep me somewhere cool and clear

Where static glare is fenced

Out and love relit.