Posts tagged ‘questioning’

13/10/2013

Commuters

 

I’ll see her standing in the rain.
The place, the time: they never change.
She hugs her bag in front of her,
Her toes are on the yellow line.

It’s rare to see her raise her head.
On days like this her hair is wet
And darker than its usual brown.
She stares on to the tracks, unmoved.

For years we’ve shared the same routine:
She stands, I wait – anticipate
Her being there, existing there –
A confirmation of our lives,

And how our lives are drifting by.
Her toes are on the yellow line.

 

This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going collaboration.

The photographs, with poems, can be found at:

www.thecheesewolf.co.uk/category/vicarious-journeys/

the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at:

http://cherylgarner.squarespace.com/

 

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27/03/2013

Exhibit

 

 

They dragged me from the peat at night.

Untied my hands, my feet, my soul.

They washed me, cleaned me, dried my eyes.

They took my braiding, took my sword.

 

I’d lain between the worlds untouched,

I’d spoken with the dead and proud,

I’d walked the path and swum the lake,

I’d soaked my blood in veins of earth.

 

They wrenched my body from its ghost,

They stripped it, left it hanging on,

Awoke it from its spirit sleep,

Displayed it as a trophy scalp.

 

I reach to try to catch your mind.

You stare, repulsed, but don’t respond.

 

 

18/02/2013

Magpie

 

If only there was nothing left

To take – I’d free my shimmered voice:

Released to sing as thrushes sing,

At dawn, at sunset, call the earth.

 

If only I could hide away,

The fields would know my tranquil heart.

A peace which only plovers know:

I’d be – and nothing more than that.

 

But then you’d lose the glittered back,

The gleaming iridescent wings,

The gathered glory of my nest,

The golden rings and silver silk.

 

I wonder if you’d miss the “chack”

And chattered questions I shout back?