Double Room

The arm aches
when all I’ve done is nothing
but twist and turn
laid on one side, then the other

The day breaks
to look out, downalong the river
A torrent that turns and twists
flows first one way, then the other

The breakfast is trout
with softly scrambled eggs
I toast my bread
first one side, then the other

The end is here
of such a short vacation
All the while I’ve thought of me
yet mostly I have written of another


a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Blemish

You are the product of two incomplete people
We are all
a little incomplete

Your fumbly toes,
her tickled nose
Your mothers gin
her not so thin

You falling out with all about, and then there are the men
Another story
to be completed later







a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Trap

The walls have been painted, although the mirror remains
You have re-arranged the furniture, built a cupboard
Surrounded yourself with sound, light, & a flat screen twenty seven inch television

Only to discover that materialism reaches its limits; you spread out from those four walls
Venture onto the trackers trail, fill your rucksack with layby’s fruits of love
Eat into your vast reserves; re-join living society & take a walk, take a long endless walk









a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Clinch

We didn’t wait to meet
That careless time
undone before the darkness

With words so far out of reach,
neither were easily held, or spoken

What memories could we keep
That careless caress
full sung before the lamplight

With time always on the creep,
neither were unsteadily felt, or broken

We didn’t
but then it did not matter
Our turn had been and gone


a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here

Parlour Games

The pail swirls,
warm milk in circulation
Honey drips on the fireside toast
the clothes rack hangs above, slowly
steaming; and why should we have a care

That the computer game
shoots out of the car windows, that
the music talks of drugs and tarts
and fook knows what else

With nostalgia we hold back all these days
nostalgia that spreads itself
thinner than the split gossamer:
whose foreclosure on protection
scorched our clumsy love


a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here