Interpoetry

Grip

They are everywhere under beds,
In long forgotten books falling
As they did from your hair.

In the shower embraced by strands
I find another, shiny black as new.
They haven’t changed at all.

I think to pun the word grip
And almost succeed in not,
You hold me as always.

Strong , unbreakable hair grips
Falling out like us, easily.


Murieston Crescent

The iron of passion
Railings surrounding
My heart as ever, visible
And your dark, troubled waters
Under the cloak of love
We huddled between what 
I remember as rain
Although my memory is flawed.
And later in grave circumstance
I trembled at your kiss
That impaled me as 
Easily as a butterfly on a pin,


Imagine Nation

Imagine you are going out with a woman
Who you have known for a great part of your life
Imagine you marry that woman and have children.
Imagine yourself being happy.
Imagine happiness becoming an illusion.
Imagine that this woman decides to leave you.
Imagine a house collapsing.
Now Imagine your friends being unsupportive
And backing off like a defensive wall at a free kick.

Imagine this is not about me Imagine this is about you.

Imagine that you cope with that.
Imagine that you carry on living
Despite the urge to not.
Now Imagine that you fall in love
And imagine that she is in love with you
Imagine that you create a child out of love.
Now imagine one of you killing that child.
Imagine what you would do.
Imagine what you would say.
Imagine your friends at the second dead ball
Situation of the match,
Protecting their vitals.

Imagine you just about survive
Imagine your therapist wincing
As you recount your life over the past three years.
Imagine life going on as it does regardless.

Imagine this is not about me Imagine this is about you.

Now Imagine this man who has managed to stay on the pitch
And even met someone new , 
Imagine they have met this someone new before.
Imagine that it is the same someone as before
Imagine things are not perfect
Imagine you are not good enough
Imagine anything you like
Realise you are just imagining.
Imagine that love is simpler than life
Imagine living life with joy and optimism.
Imagine you can make this happen.

And if you can’t
Imagine there’s no Kevin
It isn’t hard to do.


Dances with Vowels

If I had known that Vowels
Was an anagram of Wolves
Or indeed that Wolves was an anagram of Vowels
I would have written this a long time ago.

I was raised by a pack of vowels.
Five unrelated aunties
Who gathered around my crib
Reciting the incantation

Aaah
Eeee
Aye
Oh
You.

When I said crib there I wanted to say manger
That might mean I have a God Complex
An inner sublimated Christ rising to the surface
However I am an atheist
Which means I don’t know if God exists
Not that I don’t care if God exists,
I don’t know what Jung would have said about that
Maybe he wouldn’t care by now.
Jimmy Young would have said TTFN
An acronym devoid of vowels.

I love You

Has an awful lot of vowels
Except in Text messages
Where it simply says I LY.

If little red Riding Hood’s Grandmother 
Had been eaten by a vowel I suspect
It would be an ‘e.’
I ate an ‘e’ once but that’s a different poem.

I found a bag of consonants in my computer
Just rattling around, I tried to use them
Ffffffff   Fffff  Kkk
Swearing is rubbish without vowels.
I was raised by vowels

I speak the language
And flatten them like a carpenter making a cross.
My aunts are all dead now nailed into coffins
Howling like Werevowels.


DEBRIS

There is something still at the core of you,
Centred and poised and innate,
Like strength shaped by experience.

I think of you whenever I find your debris.
Hairs in the shower and your abandoned soap.
A red towel that I cannot wash, but must.

I tend your herbs, look after your memory.
Walk under a cloud in our house,
By the sea, that asks me where you are.
What I have done with you.

My soul flutters like a moth in a jar
Needs you to release me,
Cup me carefully in your hands
And carry me safely to freedom.

There is something still at the core of you,
My moth light, I strive to reach,
Understand me while I unravel myself.
Wait, I am moving as fast as my wings allow.