Red was the colour of your jacket on the chair – with slender, tender fingers curled around a tumbler – as you waited for me there on our first date
Red was the colour of my jacket too there was something about you – the mark on your cheek the way you held your head – it wasn’t love at first sight but I was happy for it to be something else instead
Since then our jackets have become a pair – your slender, tender fingers hold me now in bed – but I’ll always remember our first date when you and I both wore red
At primary school I was cast as a mouse in the school play: all I had to do was say “squeak, squeak”.
The career advice I was given at secondary school was to become a librarian.
I didn’t want to become a librarian (or be a mouse) – I wanted to be able to speak.
There have been times in my life when I felt, finally, that some degree of fluency was coming through. But I’ve never quite reached the point of feeling that I could say what I wanted or needed to say, in any given situation. I think that’s why I’ve turned to writing poetry, because however much the spoken word evades me, and for whatever reason, I can express myself in poetry, one way or another. It doesn’t mean I don’t end up feeling ‘dumb’ and stupid in conversation when my brain can’t tune in to what is being said. However, in more positive moments I can also reflect on the many facets of communication, and the importance of being heard, in one way or another.
Jealousy and insecurity hit me like a brick the other night and left me reaching reeling once again with stomach-churning feelings head over heels for all the wrong reasons nothing to hang on to inside my head or in my heart I didn’t know what to do or where to start
So I bought yellow shoes to change the colour of my mood watched birds of prey and tried to write poems that meant something or occasionally rhymed but not every time
Jealousy and insecurity had hit me like a brick and left me reaching reeling once again but I worked hard to face the pain knowing there was nothing to gain and everything to lose as you reached out to me and I reached out to you until eventually back on firmer ground love once again was found
Obsessive thoughts of certain kinds impinge on clarity of mind
Will they ever go away these thoughts that linger day by day?
I meditate on calm and peace and still the thoughts come back to haunt I wish I could find some release from all these thoughts that sneer and taunt
Just let them go into the wind one day I will find peace of mind