Knowing you, as we do,
paths crossing into beds,
made, as we are now,
if I’d asked you, what’s that,
I couldn’t have, yes, but
that was then, what’s that,
go on then, will I, yes.
Category: Poetry
Saturday Shorts – Thing
One thing, two of them
thing is, she didn’t know
thing is, he couldn’t tell
Saturday Shorts – England, Spring 1970
‘What you doing, Son?’
‘Looking for a paint tin’
‘Looking for a job then?’
‘Mum told me to’
‘She tells me that too’
‘Ah, here’s a ‘Dulux’ one’
‘It’s almost empty’
‘It’s the address of ‘ICI’ I need’
‘You’re going for it then?’
‘I’ll be a scientist, you’ll see’
~
ICI (Imperial Chemical Industries) was the British forerunner of the Anglo-Swedish and Anglo-Swiss bioscience companies, AstraZeneca and Syngenta.
Asked Him
Never handsome
yet had something
naive blushed easy
kissed gentle no tongue
held hands never groping
none kept him for long
he’d heard the whispers
he the slow one, kind though
too obeisant for his own good
one smiled, shyly asked him
to walk a while with her.
Saturday Shorts – Prick
What might have been,
what if, the prick, as if,
his safety-pin undone.
Yet Then Again
Looking back, he’ll admit
idyllic days he hasn’t lived,
close to, let filter through,
an image, an hour or two,
strolling, easy words between,
hands held, his recall, the sun
out too, yet then again it may have
rained, he didn’t catch her name.
~
Looking back, she reflects
that day, not of her best,
her recall, he wanted more,
yet all he did was hold her hand,
that sudden shower didn’t help,
her thin dress, transparent view,
his eyes, she remembers now,
averted, yet then again she ran.
Lockdown Wardrobe
Up early, change of clothes today
blue jeans, grey Oxford shirt
whatever socks no holes in
any underwear that’s clean
not going anywhere but, hey
got to make a better Tuesday
Saturday Shorts – You Too?
This touching, its real isn’t it.
I’m feeling someone I’ve not met.
This touching, I’m feeling, you too?
Saying something different…
There’s another one
saying something different
same data used in staged ways
over played models, tarot card statistics
the accoutrement of science, numbers over-dressed these days
the truth, more like common sense I’d say.
Saturday Shorts – Anybody There
He touched himself
could be anybody.
She touched herself
pretending he was there.
